The mark of the Spirit

A deadly silence follows in the pack lands as Ajax steps towards the girl. A smirk plastered on his face and the men bow, making way for him.

Their leader.

His eyes meet Eirene's shocked brown orbs and he couldn't help look at her from top to bottom. Taking her in. 

" I am afraid, you haven't turned out to be beautiful like your mother, Eirene. This..."

Stopping near her. He smirks, placing her fringe behind her ear. Making Eirene to clench her fist.

"This Mark. It's ugly. How can a male accept you? How did my own son even touch a filth like you?"

Before he knows. Eirene's eyes burn in rage.. Grabbing his neck, she pushes him back to pin him on the tree. Seething.

" You fuc*er! How are you alive?"

To Eirene's surprise. The man looked unfazed by Eirene's grip. Instead his smirk widens.

How? Why can't he feel pain? 

She continues to apply force. But all invain. 

" Tsk tsk Eirene. I never died t