Chapter 92 The Forsaken's Mark

• Melissa’s POV
• A searing sensation that seemed like fire slithering beneath my skin crawled up my arms as I woke up. I ripped aside the sheets and gasped, my breath catching. My wrists were encircled with strange, dark markings that glowed dimly in the early morning light. They moved and pulsed, as though they were whispering secrets that only I could hear.
• My ears rang with the thunder of my heartbeat. This wasn't typical. I didn't own this.