Fiore felt a lump in her throat as she clutched the sleeve of Lance's clothing, her finger pointing at the banner. "Lance, the symbol on the banner. What does it mean?" she asked, despite knowing what it signifies.
“That symbol,” Lance began, his voice low and serious, “belongs to the Neander Moon Pack. It’s a mark that etches itself on their skin once born.”
Fiore's heart pounded in her chest. The answer she had been seeking was now clear. The birthmark on her lower abdomen, the one she had always wondered about, matched the symbol of the Neander Moon Pack. The realization sent a shiver down her spine, not out of anticipation but fear. The council's discussion had made it clear how the mentioned pack was famous for being barbaric.
"There was a book in the library with the same symbol,"
