{Mark of the Moon Sequel} I can feel my resolve slipping, inch by inch, as the monster inside me is fighting to control my every move. The world doesn't seem right anymore, not when all those fairy tales and nightmares from my childhood turned out to be real. My instincts are telling me that I should give in, but how...
My first mistake had been re-noticing people in my classes, if I hadn't done that; I wouldn't have re-noticed Tristan Everdeen. I should have known that the moment I had become entranced in those eyes of his-silver, deep, contemplative-that things never would be the same. But of course, I didn't. Because since when do...