Chapter 61: The Silver Tether
The mark on Victor’s chest didn't fade with the sunrise.
It sat right over his heart—a perfect, silver crescent moon, shimmering against his pale skin.
I traced it with my fingertip. The skin beneath was still cool to the touch, but the mark itself vibrated with a low, steady hum.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
Victor was sitting on the edge of the bed, Lyra asleep in the crook of his arm. He looked down at the tattoo, his expression unreadable.
"No," he said, his voice deep. "It feels... loud."
"Loud?"
He closed his eyes. "Since I came back, everything has been muffled. The pack link. Your voice in my head. It was like listening through thick glass."
He opened his eyes. The gold was brighter today. Less flat.
"But through this mark," he touched the cresce
