Caught in the Wild

Valerie POV

I stared at my wrist, my breath hitching in my throat. I blinked, once, twice, certain that the forest light was playing tricks on my mind. But when I looked again, the mark was still there, etched into my skin like a brand.

The dagger tattoo.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, rhythmic thud that felt loud enough to wake the dead. It was the same weapon. The Moon Dagger.