The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. I blinked against the light, my mind still hazy from the night before. My body felt different, lighter somehow, as if the weight of everything had eased just a little. I stretched, pulling the covers closer for a moment, trying to hold onto the peace I had found with the island shifters.
It wasn’t until I glanced down at my arms that I remembered the symbols—the markings from last night’s ceremony. The intricate designs still adorned my skin, faint but present. I smiled to myself, tracing one of the lines on my arm. It felt like a reminder, a piece of the strength I had found in that circle of women.
But before Lucian or Justin could wake up and see, I slipped out of bed quietly. The last thing
