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I watched as a towering warrior with twin axes decapitated a soldier, his movements a brutal dance. I saw a silver-furred wolf leap over a shield wall, its jaws closing around the throat of an archer before he could nock another arrow. It was carnage, swift and absolute. Then I caught a scent on the wind pine and mountain soil and something intrinsically familiar, something that resonated with the very core of my being. Pack. My eyes widened as I saw it a symbol tattooed on the bicep of a warrior as he swung his sword. The snarling wolf’s head, framed by a blood-red moon.

For the most part, the packs got along but there was still always a sense of authority that was tested. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you look good. Can’t be representing our pack badly.” Jacob was getting our Crest tattooed on his chest. It was the head of a wolf with its teeth showing and blue blood dripping from the fangs. Kind of spot on for whoever designed it but whatever.

"I'm still going to kill him if I discover he belongs to Bloodshot." My chest tightened. Rasha turned toward the Priestess. "How do we verify his pack?" The Priestess answered immediately. "His tattoos." Several elders nodded. "Bloodshot wolves are known for their tattoos." "Strange markings." "Ancient symbols." The room agreed. My stomach dropped. I had seen these tattoos on Derek's body, many times. Rasha smiled. "That shouldn't be difficult." Panic immediately rose inside me. If they checked his body, everything would be over. Derek would be exposed. And then killed.

Then it was entirely curled and a small tiara with diamond studs added to signify that I came from alpha bloodlines, because it was unlikely lowly ranked wolves would be mated with someone from higher rank. We had a small lunch, fruit bowls and then we started sitting with the make-up artist. She took a while but when she was finished with each of us, it looked like perfection. I had a nude lipstick and she had accentuated my eyes with a smokey eye and some falsies. I sat in my robe on the couch around 4 and my brother approached me, kneeling down. “I have to go get ready myself, I’m sure Shayla is waiting on me. Caleb’s just arrived so start getting dressed.”

“The Red Rose pack. The most powerful wolf pack in the whole country. This pack dates back to the 1600s when the first Alpha reigned in the woods. Rumors were spread that a rabid wolf attacked a hunter when he was out hunting for rabbits. Weeks later, he felt painful aches on his body and his bones felt like they were crushing inside while he was taking the form of the rabid animal. From then on, he kept attacking the village and recruiting more wolves by biting them without remorse. They built the town and up until this day, that pack still exists. Bigger and more powerful than ever.” I slammed the book shut and looked up in shock, a tear falling down my cheek and my heart aching. My should

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th

After that, he took a pill and then a bottle of medicine. He turned around and began to apply the treatment to his wounds. Clearly, he did not trust Darryl yet. 'Wait!' Darryl noticed a maroon color Wolfire totem tattoo on Kye's upper right arm despite the dim lighting. The tattoo method appeared to be quite unique. 'A Wolfire tattoo?' He was stunned. After spending a long time with the barbarians, he learned that male barbarians would tattoo the Wolfire on their arms to show their loyalty to the barbarians once they reached adulthood.

“I was thinking of getting a couple of tattoos done, but we don’t really have a tattooist in this pack, and the only person who can do wolf tattoos is a guy in town. It’s annoying having to go all the way there for a tattoo.” I know that tattooing wolves is different from tattooing humans. A regular tattoo will heal on a wolf because of our healing abilities, so we add silver to the ink so it won’t heal, and seeing how badly wolves react to silver, and the pain it causes, it’s not a light matter. He speaks before I can answer, though. “Remind me later to look into the new programs the community college is adding to their list this year, will you?” My brain short circuits.

“You might even find one of your assailants there too. Half of these men on here are from werewolf pacts.” “Really? Any with tattoos?” Scott pointed to a figure in the middle. Raven moved closer to look, large, gray hair, beady little eyes. “That’s Leo Rambert, he has a wolf tattoo with a moon on his wrist. The image of that night flashed in Raven’s mind, hand resting on the ground next to her head, tattoo clear, as he pushed into her deeply, ‘you like that, don’t you baby?’ Raven snatched the photo down, “When do I need to be ready?”

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***