The mark was still glowing when we came down the stairs.It was faint now, a pale line under the skin, but it was warm and Cemal's hand kept going to his shoulder as if he could feel it through the cloth.We went into the long room and the pack was waiting."Show them," I said.Cemal pulled his shirt aside at the shoulder. The mark was there in the lamplight, the running wolf of Çamlıca, pale and old and raised a little above the skin."That is the mark Fearchar put on him when he was a child," I said. "It was under the false mark. Nadia burned the wrong one off. This one has been there for twenty years and Fearchar has been using it to find him."The long room stirred."Then he knows where the rogue is," Barış said."He has always known where the rogue is." I looked at the mark. "Every night Cemal slept in the rogue camp, Fearchar knew where he was. Every time he walked the ridge, Fearchar knew. Every time he came to this pack house, Fearchar knew."And then Orhan spoke from the corn
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