THE GIRL WITH THE WOLF MARK

n mattress. Tonight was the night everyone in town feared Selection Night. Every seven years when the rare blue moon appeared, the werewolves who

ke anyone else's in town, fell around her shoulders like a silver curtain. She was seventeen now, technically eligible for selection, though she never imagined the

arguing in hushed, urgent tones. Something about their whispers made Fidira's skin p

ell said. "Father will agree.

?" Melissa hissed back. "Wha

Fidira's body. They

er thoughts. Madison's voice, rough from years of h

aid flatly. "The gir

bs. They were going to offer her to the werewolves. He

nic, Perhaps she thought as she gazed once more at the hypnotic blue moon, whatever awaited