ELISA’S POV
I stepped out of the laundry room with a small basket of folded clothes in my arms, thinking only about how tired I was. The workload has gotten even heavier since the Moonlight pack arrived yesterday.
The moment I crossed the doorway, sharp, burning pain shot through my arm, right where the glowing mark was.
I sucked in a breath, nearly dropping the basket. My face twisted as I bit down hard on my lip, trying not to cry out. My hand pressed against the spot, trying to ease the sting, but it only grew hotter, spreading through my skin like fire.
I hurriedly set the basket down on the floor and tugged up my sleeve to check. My heart skipped when I saw it.
The mark.
It wasn’t its usual faint glow. Today it pulsed brightly under my skin, almost alive, like it wanted to break
