LY

w as we speed toward Moonmark Ink. I was able to read his name on t

ed. Human law enforcement only works in the daylight these days. Their power i

nd God knows what else were real, but I've heard the stories. The kind that rewrite histor

t they didn't understand. So they adapted. Made a pact. The day belonged to

I'm sitting. If you can't win, y

d eye to the ones you'll lose. That was so

t and clicks something on the dash

wolves in Ashridge Hollow, miss. Bad ones. The kind that don't wait for full moon

decide to add, "I heard that the

l a human into thinking you are supernatural, but a sup

e noticed the uniqueness of my eyes-their strang

ent. But how? I

ewriting the rules of my body ever since. My sight has sharpened. My hearing has in

of meat?

enched in dressing, stil

are the phys

days after the mark appeared. Then, it began to burn. I

ied and became my legal parents-started noticing the changes

discovere

w teeth. Their scrutiny is what has pushed me to find a solution on my own. I don't ask

r care. Whatever secrets she took with her, no one se

it. Even Tess-my best friend since childhood-only knows a little. Although I know it's mainly because

dary at Ashridge Hollow. Where Moonma

it senses what I'm planning, a

urning to face the deputy. "I know what I'm doin

rried glance, then nods

, we pull up in fro

y. Ashridge Hollow is nestled on top of a mountain. The temperature is always lower here. People say it'

ndow and hands me a card. "Call this number if you need to leave in a hurry. T

he car into gear and gives me a long loo

otorcycle are parked out front. The sign above the brick building features the silhouette of a howling w

s window. And because I can't see through the gla

bag that have different sizes of the same tattoo design etched on them. A bleeding hea

I walk toward the shop

lls. A couch and a few chairs form a waiting area. A large, r

ink and finally put this behind you," I s

behind me. Voices drift from a hallway beyond the counter-d

Friday, Septemb

uld have remembered if the mark was on my wrist. It would've definitely been easier to hide. Ear

small wall clock. Exactly 7:30. Right on t

. I hear a chair squeak, followed by heavy footsteps, and my

lway making it impossible for me to see him clearly.

with shoulders that seem to swallow the hallway.

fed boots and work their way up. Worn jeans hug his thighs, coming up to a tapered waist

forming in my throat, w

e moment he steps into the light, I inhale raggedly. His brows are full, positioned per

s pe

. I cover the spot with my hand, biting back a wince. As a result of that acti

ing at my ear, dropping my thing

So much for p

he ache in my ear, reaching for the pa

the large hands holding my belongings, his fingers thick and long, his nails neatly trimmed. And

the words a throaty t

iar, like we've met before. "Yes," I

wrong

ser, walking around the counter. "Let's

plan. The only probl

is hand wraps around my forearm, the spell isn't broken, but my body finally listens. I follow as he guides m

tranger,

s softly and turns me around. Ou

nt, a connec

for me to remember. The fuzzy sensation in my stomach e

aid I might fall flat on my face. I gasp when my breasts begin to feel oddly heavy

lift my gaz

en it hits me.

the

. I don't know his name, but I'm sure I could identify every inch of his body without the clothes.

t can't be. It had al

ig

help myself, my throat tightening

been haunting my dreams for the past few mo

'm not