The mark looked fresh, still kind of wet in the torchlight.Elara was right there at the inner gate, staring at this carved symbol on the stone. It was cut deep, like whoever did it took their time, made sure it would stick around.She swallowed hard, feeling uneasy.It wasnt a regular pack mark, nothing like that.And not some threat either, you know, the usual scary stuff.This seemed older, way older.Draven ran his gloved finger along the edge. He said it wasnt meant for just anyone to see.Silas was hanging back a bit, head tilted like he was listening close. He wanted an explanation.Draven pointed out how low it was placed, hidden in the shadows. "Someone specific was supposed to find it," he thought.Elara's skin started to prickle, that uncomfortable feeling.The bond between her and Silas stirred, faint but off somehow.Without really thinking, she stepped up closer. Her fingers got near the mark, and bam! , something sharp hit inside her chest.Like recognition, sudden.He
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