Romans & histoires Cross Of Santo Domingo

No sign of life, and no sign of approaching cars. Her eyes widened when she saw a familiar architecture towering over the trees. The parish of Santuario del Santo Cristo was just across the road they were walking on. She prayed for help, wishing the strange men would bring her to the side of that road where the parish lies. “We must make her sleep now,” one of the men spoke. Selene looked at him and he dropped her arm for a moment, trying to reach out from his back pocket. When his hand returned, he was holding a syringe.

But of course, as my eyes looked back to him, I notice something. “What’s that?” I asked pointing up to what appeared to be a new tattoo sat at the joint of his neck and shoulder, it was beautiful with what appeared to be a wolf stood in the middle of a circle of ivory flowers, some letters seeming to be initials sat underneath and a date. “That angel, is my mark, you also have your own sat on your skin where I bit into you that night, did you not see it?” Dominic asked watching as my eyes scanned the beautiful shape, but I was left shocked having somewhat forgotten that he said a mark would appear.