Selene's POV
Victor’s hand slid up my arm slowly. “I have got you,” he whispered, his voice deep and rough. “No one will touch you again.”
But before he could say more, Elara's quiet voice interrupted the moment.
“Caz, if I make it,” she breathed, “mark me. I want to be yours. Only yours.”
Everything went still.
Even Victor froze.
Caz looked like he couldn’t breathe. His arms shook as he held her closer, staring down at her pale face like she might vanish if he blinked.
“Elara...” he croaked.
Her eyes stayed on him, her lips stained with blood. “Mark me. Please.”
I felt my throat tighten at that moment. The words she spoke were not light. They carried centuries of meaning. The werewolf mark was sacred once. It was pure and a seal of forever. But forever had become dangerous. Most
