POV: Sable
I hid the claw marks before dawn.
I found them when I woke up — four long scratches gouged into the wooden floor right beside my bed, deep enough that the wood underneath was white and raw. My hands were shaking when I knelt down to look at them. I remembered nothing. No pain. No sound. Just a dream about running, and then waking up with dirt under my nails and my chest burning like someone had poured fire into it.
I covered them with the edge of the bedsheet and pushed the rug over the rest. It was not perfect — anyone looking closely would see the damage. But Garrick never came into this room in the morning. He was gone before I woke up, off doing whatever it was that kept the pack running. And Thalia only checked on me once a day, usually in the afternoon.
I had until then to figure out what was happening to me.
