Ashes of a Vow
My voice didn't sound like my own.
"Yes," he didn't deny it.
During their struggle, Kaelen's shirt had been torn open, revealing his muscular chest.
And our tattoo—two intertwined wolves, symbolizing our eternal bond.
But now, the tattoo had been altered.
The design, which once held only our two names, now included a third. Seraphina's mark had been skillfully woven in, as if she’d always been part of the bond.
"When did you do this?" I pointed at his chest.