Chapter 22
Poison in Plain Sight
**Celeste's POV**
The tracking mark on my shoulder hurt like hell.
Three days had passed since Rowan's stare-down at the border. Three days since Victor escaped from prison. Three days of waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Sara, the pack healer, cleaned the burn with gentle hands. The mark had finally stopped glowing after Rowan left, but it had blistered the skin around it. Left an angry red pattern across my shoulder blade.
"This should heal in a few days," Sara said, applying salve. "The magical component is gone, but the physical damage remains. Try not to shift until"
She stopped suddenly, her hand freezing mid-motion.
"What?" I asked.
"Your shoulder. There's something..." She leaned closer, sniffing. Her face went pale. "That's not just burn
