SCARLET OMEGA’S POV
I touched the back of my neck more than I wanted to admit.
It had been three weeks since Roman Castillo marked me, and the skin there had long since healed, smooth and unbroken to anyone who didn't know to look closely enough to catch the faint silver shimmer of a Lycan king's bite. But I felt it the way you feel a scar that never quite stopped aching, a phantom throb that flared every time he was near, every time his name came up in conversation, every time I let myself remember the night it happened.
He hadn't meant to. That was the cruelest part.
I'd been cornered by two rogue scouts who'd slipped onto campus grounds during a supply run, wolfless and unprotected, an easy target for anyone wanting to make a statement against the Castillo pack. I didn't remember m
