Chapter 195 -  Wolf's Mark's shadows

Night descended over the wounded territory like a veil, its gloom broken only by the weak light of a declining moon. Perched on a rocky ledge, I could see what a great battlefield had once been—now only fragments of a conflict that had taken far too many lives. My Crescent Mark blazed on my arm in the calm of the midnight hour, pulsating in rhythm with my heart almost sensibly. The mark itself seemed to be crying out, pushing me to recall what we had lost as well as what we still stood to get.