Donovan
The four of us sat around the table in the kitchen, staring into our second cups of coffee of the morning. I held Serissa's hand, slowly rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. While Colin, Zoey, and I had argued, she'd just sat silently, listening as we fought over what we should do.
Zoey suggested covering our marks, but I couldn't stand to have anything touching mine yet, and I could tell by the way Serissa tugged at her t-shirt that she felt the same.
“The pack will demand to see the marks as soon as possible,” Colin had pointed out. “They're eager to celebrate their Luna.”
“Maybe we can just hold off on telling the Council,” I tried to sound hopeful, but Colin looked at me dryly. “Yeah, I know,” I'd said, defeated. “This is too big for anyone to keep quiet.”
We'd lapsed int
