The Alpha in My Dream
Shifting my dark hair out of the way, I stared at my reflection, and my breath caught in my throat.
The heavy flesh-toned makeup was entirely gone. Standing out vividly against my pale skin was a fresh, beautiful, and intricate mark. Wrapped perfectly around my silver-white crescent moon was a powerful obsidian wolf. It was captured mid-motion, sitting proudly on the curve of the crescent head with its neck arched and its head turned permanently toward the sky, eternally howling at the moon. It was dark, sharp, and completely permanent. The absolute proof that I belonged to the Alpha King, and he belonged to me.
Deep inside my soul, a soft, purring warmth vibrated against my consciousness.