The dawn brought a fresh breeze to the dense atmosphere of the forest surrounding our temporary cabin.
It had been a week since the confrontation with Marcus and Ignis's appearance. Thanks to the pack's healers, Ezra had almost fully recovered, though he was still acting like a stubborn alpha, insisting he was ready for any mission.
But something else troubled me: the symbol now marking my chest. After sealing herself within me, Ignis had left an intricate tattoo where the stone had once been. At times, I felt a faint warmth radiating from it, as if Ignis were asleep, waiting to be called upon. It felt strange, but I had learned to ignore it—though Eva never missed a chance to comment on my "new addition" whenever she could.
"Caroline," Ezra said with that authoritative tone seemingly e
