Zacharias and I walked back to his cabin together. It was still somewhat light outside, and the sun was slowly lowering in the sky. It would be dusk soon. I found myself growing nervous as I thought of the approaching dark. What was going to happen? I knew it had something to do with the mark, but what would the mark do?
Would I turn into what Zacharias was? My cells were mutated. The moon now had an irrevocable pull to it that my body, without my mind even comprehending, would instantly respond to. I felt like I had become a slave to the night, depending on it for other reasons besides a good nights rest.
I looked up at Zacharias as a beam of light struck him across the face, illuminating the inky stubble that covered his jaw. My finger twitched, resisting the urge to touch him. I wishe
