LUCIUS'S POV
I clenched my jaw so hard I thought my teeth might break. No one wanted to answer me. Not my father, not Delilah, not Tyrant, not even that trembling servant. I wasn't asking for her name…what did I care about that? What burned inside me was the question of identity.
Of course, I remembered her. I had seen her once before, that night, years ago, I had hated her then and I still hate her and the way she disrupted my peace, hated the way she had looked so out of place within these walls.
That was the last time I saw her…until now.
But what I was asking had nothing to do with her being in the pack, or how annoying her face was. No, what rattled my bones was the mark I had seen on her skin.
The same mark, polaris.
