Triplet Alphas Gifted Luna
“We put those on her. We and the goddess.”
I looked at him questioningly.
“Those are her marks,” Alpha Alaric offered.
My eyes went wide in surprise.
“Extraordinary. I’ve never seen anything like this,” I said. The colors, the intricate designs. I had never heard of marks being anything other than small black lines coming from the puncture marks made when mates bit into each other to establish and seal the matebond. The designs the black lines made were unique to the individual, but they were never anything like this. These gold, silver, and iridescent white patterns extended all over her upper body. There were distinct symbols and characters, though I didn’t recognize their meaning.