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" Damien joked. His opinion was that he had learned a lot about flexibility since he started work with a team of women. She made a face, and then continued. “Then there's the other tattoo. The sea eagle. The eagle flies high and symbolizes strength, courage and freedom. Spirituality and transcendence too. “I'm not that spiritual a guy. “Your alter ego, Kalti, is. "He's not my alter ego," he replied automatically. People always asked if Kalti was really him, and the answer was always no. — If a writer decides to write about one character over and over instead of creating several books about different types of people, I think the character should resonate with

His brows arched when his eyes fell upon a familiar tattoo on his neck: the tattoo of the eagle, their friend symbol. "Is that truly you, Rico?" His breath became harsh while his hands roamed all over Rico’s body, ensuring that it was not a dream but reality. The reality seemed to be a dream. Rico nodded his head in response to his question, and this time around, he dragged him into a hug. Nathan seemed not to fight back this time as he deeply patted him. "So he wasn’t dead after all," Both young men interrogated themselves internally while immersed in their thoughts.

Eagle wings stretch from both sides, curling around his collarbones like a crown of chaos. My mouth dries up. My blood turns ice cold. I’ve seen that tattoo before. Not in pictures. Not in passing. I’ve felt that tattoo. Flash. That night. That shitty hotel room, hours before my race. Drunk. So drunk. Angry. Reckless. Lonely. I wanted a distraction. I wanted to disappear. And someone gave it to me. A man. Bigger than me. Stronger. Quiet, but intense. His face shadowed, his touch commanding. He didn’t ask questions. He took. He knew what I needed before I did.

Clay asks, lying on his back with his hands folded across his chest. “The pierced S on the right arm for The Shadows.” That one is easy. I’m reminded of it all the time because everyone else in the apartment, except Hope, has it. “An eagle on the left forearm for The Eagles.” I’ve seen Tjeck’s arm, but it took me some time to realize what it was. “Stars on the neck for The Stars.” Adis has the stars as well as the S. “Those are our allies,” Clay confirms. “They are friends, and if you ever get in trouble, any of them can be expected to help you. Who are your enemies?”

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

He actually looks flustered. But I don’t buy it. As I look at him, all I can recall is his voice on the audio. “Leave me alone,” I say coldly. I’m about to turn my back on him, but he quickly says, “This is important. I’m looking for someone. You might have seen him.” “If I’ve said it once, I’ve—" “He has a tattoo of an eagle on his arm.” I narrow my eyes. “What game is this now?” “He was here at the bar last week—"

My focus glued to this stranger and my heart beating through my chest with the sensation I’m being chased, stalked, or hunted. He's exactly as the visions showed. Perfect as a man, with good looks, and sculpted physique, a presence that screams dominant alpha male. He’s muscular and tall, covered in black Aztec tattoos which are there for all to see as he once again turns towards us. The large blazing sun sign of the hunter on his left peck, right where I hoped it wouldn’t be and it seals his fate. The symbol has not changed in hundreds of years, and even though this is a tattoo and not burned, carved cruelly on the skin of the hunter, it’s still exactly as it’s always been.

“I’m Elijah. Elijah Ledger, but my friends and family call me Eli.” “Right. So, Elijah?” He expels a low breath, setting the duffel down, then pulling up the sleeve of his navy shirt to reveal the entire tattoo. It is a geometric moon symbol with a wolf paw print in the center inked on his arm. “Happy?” He raises a gold brow. “Mine’s a bit different from everyone else’s marks, considering my dad is the alpha.” “Alpha, as in leader?” I pry. “Yeah, pretty much.”