Ashran’s POV
I stared at the sketch in my hand…the symbol I’d drawn from memory after seeing it on Selina’s lower back that night in her room.
A crescent moon with three lines cutting through it, surrounded by intricate runes.
It was as close as I could get without having seen it more clearly.
The image had been burned into my memory, my wolf reacting with instinctive unease the moment I’d glimpsed it when her shirt had shifted.
That mark meant something. I knew it did.
And after this morning…after Alex told us about finding Selina wandering into the forest in some kind of trance with no memory of how she got there…I needed answers.
Now.
I folded the sketch and headed toward the administrative cabin where the camp staff had set up their base. My wolf was agitated, pacing restlessl
