Selene stared at it for a long moment, then slowly traced her fingers over it.
She could have removed it easily. After everything she'd learned about her abilities, erasing this mark would have been a simple task. But she hadn't. She chose to keep it—not out of helplessness, but because it reminded her of what she had survived. It was her motivation. A reminder of her promise: she would never let anyone control her life again.
Suddenly, her eyes flashed with memories from a year ago… the day fate had given her a new life.
A cursed day, yet also a day of awakening. The day she had tried to escape that place. Escape the pack that had made her life hell. She had been just inches away from completely losing herself. Running was her only option.
And that was the day she discovered the truth—she wasn't even a werewolf.
