The dining hall carried a happy vibe interwoven with color and the aroma of baked goodies. Ariah grabbed me by the wrist, practically dragging me across the room.

Slowly, heads turned and took notice of me. Few nudged their friends, while others pointed shamelessly. I think it might be because I had my arm fully exposed, and everyone could see my marks. It became painfully clear that I was an anomaly. Not a single other student had markings like mine. Theirs were all a smaller version of the one Elijah had, minus the paw-like print.

And, minus the hideous veins—which Elijah claimed went away eventually. I really hoped he was...