Lyra stood by the window, arms folded tight over her chest as her eyes traced the dark tree line in the distance. The moon hung heavy in the sky, but it wasn’t comforting. Nothing had been since the bite.
Why would he do that…?
It was later that she found out it was Kyson. Because who it could be if not him. And by Xander’s words and anger about Kyson it was definitely him.
But Kyson hated her. He’d made that clear in a hundred ways— through silence, through insults, through the way he looked at her like she was filth beneath his boots. And yet he did that, sink his teeth into her skin and mark her without reason. Without care.
And then he left.
She touched the fading mark on her neck, the pain finally dulled after Xander had… helped her. Her cheeks flushed. That, too, had been inten
