Owen’s question hung in the air like a blade.
The mark on my back.
My fingers twitched at my sides. How did he know about that? Only a handful of people had ever seen it—my mother before she died, the pack healer when I was a child, and…
No one else.
I narrowed my eyes. "What did you just say?"
Owen swallowed hard, his gaze flickering to the others before returning to me. "The mark, Lunara. The one on your back. The half-moon with the girl inside it. We—we heard rumors."
My pulse spiked. Rumors? That mark wasn’t something people just knew about. It was hidden, a secret even from my own pack because before my mother died, she told me never to show it to anyone, or it would get me killed. That’s why I’m certain no one knows about my mark.
"Who told you?" My voice was low, dangerous.
