Amara’s POV
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I didn’t speak on the walk back.
Not because I didn’t have questions.
But because I wasn’t sure which ones I was ready to hear answers to.
Moonmarked.
The word echoed through my head like a bell still ringing long after it had been struck. Every step I took seemed to reverberate with it—like the earth knew now, like it was humming with the truth I didn’t know how to carry.
Moonmarked.
I was never just an omega. Never just the girl Daniel rejected. Never just a quiet healer on the edge of the pack, pretending not to exist.
I was something else entirely.
And the most terrifying part?
A piece of me had always known.
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Lena found me sitting on the stone bench just inside the inner garden, arms wrapped around myself, my mind whirling.
She didn’t ask permission to sit
