~Annalyn POV~
I stared at the serpent-and-crescent tattoo on Lucas's back, my heart pounding like a drum. It was identical to the one from my visions and the dead Visaya scout's arm. We were in his room, the air heavy with his scent and my lingering heat, and that mark was screaming trouble.
"Lucas, what the hell?" I said, stepping back. "When did you get that tattoo?"
He twisted, trying to see it in the mirror, his face paling. "I didn't. This wasn't here last night."
I crossed my arms, my voice sharp. "So it just appeared? Like magic?"
He ran a hand through his hair, pacing. "I don't know, Annalyn. Maybe it's tied to the prophecy. Or the Moon Alpha's messing with us."
I frowned, my wolf uneasy. "Or someone's marking you. Like a target."
He stopped, eyes locking on mine. "You think I'm the traitor now?"
"No!" I snapped, then softened. "I just... we need to figure this out. That tattoo's in my visions, Lucas. It's not random."
