I Refuse To Be Your Luna (Flourish and Harold) novel Chapter 321

I Refice To Be Your Luna

Chapter 321 The Mark Beneath Her Skin

Lady Flourish POV

Rhys had barely closed the door when he came back with the equipment. “We should examine her before anyone else arrives.”

Amara eyed him. “What kind of examination?”

“Bloodline.”

Her expression tightened. “I’ve had enough people examining me.”

“Then we only do it if you agree,” I said.

She studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Fine.”

The safe house had an old medical room at the back, built for injured pack warriors who couldn’t safely reach a public clinic.

Rhys cleared the table while Damian checked the windows and spoke quietly with the guards outside.

Callum stayed near the doorway, and I noticed he hadn’t taken his eyes off Amara since we arrived.

“Why are you watching her?”

“Because the last time a second vessel was examined, three people died.”

Amara’s face hardened. “Then maybe you should have mentioned that before asking me to sit down.”

Callum sighed. “It wasn’t meant to frighten you.”

“It worked anyway.”

“Enough.” Damian said, and Callum let it go.

Rhys set a small scanner beside the equipment. “It won’t hurt. It only measures bloodline activity.”

Amara sat, and I stood beside her. The scanner was linked to a tablet, and Rhys ran the first check across her wrist. For several seconds nothing happened.

Then the screen changed. A dark symbol appeared beneath the bloodline readings.

Rhys stared at it. “What…”

I stepped closer. Two curved lines joined at the center. I had seen it before. “That’s the mark from the map.”

He nodded slowly. “Almost identical.”

Callum moved in. “Turn her wrist.”

Amara did. The mark was barely visible beneath her skin, like an old scar, except the lines were too precise.

“Why didn’t anyone notice this before?” Damian asked.

Because it isn’t active,” Rhys said. He scanned it again, and the mark vanished from the screen. Then it returned.

Amara pulled her hand back. “What was that?”

“It responds to the bloodline.”

“Mine?”

He glanced at me. “Both of yours.”

My wolf stirred beneath my skin. “Can I touch it?”

Amara hesitated. “I don’t know what will happen.”

“Neither do I.”

Damian stepped closer. “We don’t have to do this.”

“If it’s connected to the map, we need to understand it.”

He didn’t argue. Amara held out her arm. “Fine.”

The moment my fingers touched the mark, my whole body went still, and the room disappeared.

I was standing in a child’s bedroom. A small wooden bed against the wall, a stuffed wolf on the floor. morning light slipping through the gaps in the curtains, I knew it. My old room at Stonehedge.

A little girl sat on the floor beside the bed, dark hair, clutching the stuffed wolf. When I saw her face, my breath caught. Amara, much younger.

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