Maria looked at Elara's neck again and again, her fingers trembling slightly as if she couldn't trust her own eyes. It was as if the girl had never been marked to begin with, smooth skin, unblemished, untouched by the cruel reminder that should have been there. How was that possible?
Everyone knew Elara had been marked by Lucian. It was the reason she had been treated so brutally.
And now that Lucian had gone on to mark another she-wolf, Elara's neck should have borne the consequences, scorched as though branded with a burn. Yet here, before her, Maria saw nothing but flawless skin glowing faintly beneath the morning light.
Her breath caught in her throat. No… this can't be… nothing can erase a mark. She pressed her lips together, voice shaking as she whispered, "How is this possible… nothing can remove this mark?!"
