3rd Persons POV

It was at the moment his adoptive mother marked her fated that little Oliver passed out in the passenger seat of his adoptive dads truck as their convoy made their way to the Red Wood pack he originally came from, the same as his mother."Oliver!" Dylan was panicked but couldn't stop the car, he knew he had to get to the other pack as soon as he could.

Back with Raven and Zach, he paced the room, a passed out mate on the bed. As soon as she was marked she fell to the floor with eyes wide open and glowing silver. He had placed her on the bed to ensure she wasn't hurt but all he could feel through the bond was an all consuming peace so he knew subconsciously that she was ok but looking at her in this way still worried him.

Deep in the depths of her mind Raven was at peace and yet couldn't bring herself back to the present. She was enveloped in a buzzing sense of self, she realised her mother wasn't lying. As soon as she was marked by her fated mate she was engulfed by memories of her anc