Chapter Twenty Six

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My fingers and toes were starting to prune from how long I've been standing under the shower. I reached up and scratched the mark on my neck.

Normally, when a wolf is marked willingly by his/ her mate, the mark would heal and it makes the individual feel nice. But since mine was forced, it's itchy and painful.

I growled, and slammed my fist against the wall angrily. I turned off the shower and got out. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it tightly around my body.

I left the bathroom and went to my closet. I put on some sweatpants and a big turtle neck sweater, to cover the mark. Then I dried my hair and went downstairs.

As I approached the last step, I heard two familiar voices coming from the living room. One was loud and chirpy, while the other was c