Marked From Birth

amantha was dressed in a vibrant red gown-hardly the attire of a mourning sister. "It should be any time now," Samantha said, picking at a plate of roasted meat. "The messenger from the Silver Pac

d up, her eyes gleaming with malice. "He's here! He must have the body with him. Father, let's go out and play the part of the grieving family." They marched out to the courtyard, where a crowd of Moon Shadow pack members had gathered. In the center of the yard stood a magnificent carriage, gilded in silver. Surrounding it were twenty of the Silver Pack's most elite warriors, their armor gleaming in the afternoon sun. In the center of the line stood a man. He was tall, dressed in charcoal grey silk, his black hair swept back from a face of devastating beauty. But it was his eyes that stopped Terren's heart. They weren't clouded. They were bright, piercing silver, tracking every movement in the courtyard with predatory precision. "Lucas?" Samantha gasped, her voice reaching a high, frantic pitch. "You... you can see?" Lucas didn't answer her. H