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So rare that you've never seen one like this before? “Yes, as you will see, there are no fools who refuse their true ones,” she answered with annoyance. “I don't understand anything at all. Tell me more, please. How is my mark related to what you said. - Yes, directly. Okay, sit down, let's talk calmly, - Alina was shown to a chair, the doctor herself sat down in a comfortable chair, continuing, - your mark is an extremely rare phenomenon, because it can occur only in one case: you tactilely contacted your true one, but he did not smell, did not recognize, and did not mark. But the chemistry itself happened, you are a true werewolf, you met someone who suits you perfectly, you understand tha

Tom smiled at me for a few seconds before turning to him. “Done.” He said. And without saying another word, he fired. My ears registered no sound. I just saw a flash coming out of the gun’s mouth, and moments later mark’s body impacted against mine, making us both to fall on the floor, his back hitting my chest. It was then that I understood that Tom's gun had a muffler so there wouldn’t be heard any sound. “Mark?” My voice came trembling with horror at seeing his unmoving head on my chest “Mark!”

I touched the mark on my neck,still a little dazed. Back when I thought my mate would only ever be Andrew,I never could have imagined being marked by someone else. Last night,after Austin's relentless persuasion,I'd agreed to let him mark me—so he'd have something to show his family. Austin studied the mark on my neck. "Let's go see my parents together.Otherwise my mom will keep thinking I'm making it all up." This marking felt strangely unreal. Three years ago,there'd been a grand wedding—all the ceremony and none of the substance.No mark.All of it had been a performance for an audience,a facade of happiness.

Even if he went inside, he would surely be scolded by the mother. Mark wanted to turn around and go back to the field, but just as his body was about to turn, he bumped into the boy who had just come hurriedly, or instead, it was the boy who bumped into him. Brug! "Ouch!" Mark crumpled to the ground while the girl who had hit him also fell, wincing in pain. They were both silent for a long time. Mark stared at whoever was before him without even intending to move. He watched her as if he had seen this child before. This child...? ***

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.

"Let go of me!” "You're being a fool!” My hand flew up and connected with his cheek, the slap echoing through the room. We both froze, breathing hard. "I don't know who you are," I said, my voice trembling. "I don't know what you've done or why. But I'm not going with you. Not until you tell me the truth.” Marco stared at me, his cheek reddening where I hit him. Then he snarled something in Italian. He released me abruptly, and I stumbled back.

The impact turns my head before I realize what has happened, and my legs give out beneath me, sending me to the floor. Everything is still. I blink once, then again, my vision slightly blurred from the sudden force. I'm not sure if the ringing in my ears is from the impact or from the sheer disbelief that follows. I stare at him, my voice no louder than a breath. “You hit me.” The words come out on their own, quiet and stunned, more a statement of fact than an accusation. Mark’s face changes instantly. The anger melts into something frantic, something panicked and unsure.

Brian - After dropping all of us down that strange chute that was hidden in the caves, the bastards that were taking us to what I assume is the camp where Ace is staying, hit us all in the head one by one, I know this because I was the last to be knocked out, Mark was still out cold from the earlier attack so they didn’t need to hit him, I’m not sure I could have handled that, as it is I could have sworn I saw him flinch when they hit me the first time. I have a feeling he is faking, that he is pretending to be unconscious, but to what end I have no idea. I just prayed we would all make it out of this alive, I don't think I could live with myself if anything happened to the others, if I had

“Hit the damn bag.” I hesitate, glancing at the punching bag like it’s some sort of enemy. Taking a deep breath, I throw a tentative punch, the sound of my glove hitting the leather barely audible. Markus snorts. “That was pathetic.” “Excuse me?” I snap, glaring at him. “You heard me,” he says, his expression calm but infuriatingly smug. “If you’re going to hit something, do it like you mean it. Otherwise, don’t waste my time.”

I felt like throwing my putter at him. "Don't get all quiet on me," Mark said after I'd done just that for several minutes. "Look, I'm not telling you not to date her. In fact, I think you should. I'm just telling you that if you're the wise, responsible man I know you to be, then you'll be careful so you don't get hurt." I sighed and tried hitting the ball again. This time it landed mere inches from the hole. "There ya go," Mark cheered, clapping me on the shoulder. "And if you want to be Simone's favorite, make sure that you get it in all the way."