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I turned to my side to study him quietly. In sleep, he looked younger. All the sharp lines he always had written all over his face have softened and his brow looks relaxed. He looked… human. My eyes traveled down his bare chest, my eyes traced the faint lines of muscle, and I saw the subtle scars I had noticed before but decided not to ask about them. Then my gaze stopped, and I looked closely. On his arm. He had a dark, crescent-shaped birthmark just below his shoulder. It didn't look large but it was impossible to miss once you saw it.

she continued, “How come Mattoe no longer has it, but you do?” She lifted her gaze to meet mine. “Is there something you’re hiding from me, Marcus?” I swallowed hard before responding. “I’m not hiding anything,” I said, forcing my voice to be steady. “I’ve had this mark since I was a kid.” I pointed at it lightly. “You must have mistaken it as the same one you gave Mattoe.” I watched her closely, searching her face for belief or doubt. But her expression revealed nothing. “Okay…” she said slowly.

Stamped on the front: the crescent and three slashes. My stomach tightened. That mark is pack ink. It doesn’t belong in human soil. “That’s not supposed to be here,” I said, and I meant it in every way. A twig snapped behind the fence line, too close. A voice drifted over, amused. “Found something, witness?”

That was something Marcus would never understand in his lifetime. His gaze darkened. After a long hesitation, he took a small box from his pocket and opened it. Inside was a delicate moonstone ring. "Can we start over?" The moonstone ring was the symbol of a Luna. But the first time he marked me, he had casually given me an ordinary ring, claiming he had lost the moonstone one. But I had always known the truth. He had kept this ring carefully all along, waiting for the day the Luna he had always wanted would finally appear.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

And deep inside my chest, the mark pulsed again, louder now, echoing like a heartbeat from something waiting just beyond the veil. The war had ended. But the story of the marked had only just begun.

I stared at the bare skin beneath his collar. Theo noticed my expression, and he asked irritated.“What?” I didn't answer. My eyes stayed fixed on his chest. “Your mark.” His brows drew together. “What about it?” I stepped closer. “It was there before but now it is gone.” Theo looked down at it confused as he realized what I was talking about.

The fabric pools at my feet. Then a voice cuts through the stillness. “Sister!” I turn to Pelin. Her eyes are fixed on me, wide, burning with a shock she cannot speak. She has seen them. The scars. Glowing in the moonlight. Not just that I am marked but Marked twice.

Mate marks, exactly the same as hers. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight and her mouth moved before her brain could catch up "You're all marked" It was the first thing she had said to these women, Lena felt a wave of embarrassment. Lorna's hand lifted to her throat instinctively, she stroked her scar softly. "Yes" she said in a whisper.

She looked up when I entered, and her expression changed almost immediately. “Oh my God.” She stood. “He marked you?” My stomach dropped. I instinctively touched my neck. “Who?” She gave me a look. “Don't do that.” “Do what?” “Pretend you don't know who I'm talking about.” I walked past her and dropped my bag beside my bed. “Nothing happened.” “Phina.” “Amara.” “That's a mate mark.” I turned around. “It's not.” She blinked. “It's not?”