ELISA’S POV
The room felt smaller after Wren’s words, as if the walls had leaned closer to hear what came next.
The mark beneath my sleeve throbbed again, a steady drumbeat against my skin.
Alec broke the silence first.
“Proof will come now, Wren,” he said, folding his arms. “I don't have time for later. If you claim the Moon God himself chose her, then show me something real. Not old stories. Not smoke.”
Wren’s eyes glinted like wet stone. “The mark is real enough.”
I gripped the blanket tighter. “I… I don’t know if I—”
“Show it,” Alec ordered, his voice colder than the night air. “Now.”
My breath caught. Heat raced up my neck, part fear, part the strange fire under my skin. I sighed, my fingers trembling as I tugged the rough wool aside and pushed back my sleeve.
The faint patte
