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Thank the goddess Dante had his act together. "I've noticed a lot of your pack members have the same tattoo," I remarked casually. "It's very popular among pack members," said Beta Liz lifting her sleeve to show her tattoo of a moon and star. "It reminds us that we are all children of the moon goddess. Typically pack members like to get one after their first shift as a sign of loyalty to the pack and the moon goddess." "Sounds like a bit of a cult," Dante said bluntly. "That's why I'm against the idea" Fiona admitted "but the idea took root despite my best efforts to stop it. Pack members are free to do with their bodies as they please. There wasn't much I could really do about it."

My heart’s pounding as I pull my top down from my shoulder and look at Shane’s mark that is now tattooed over my shoulder; it consists of a shield which covers my shoulder. It has a sword upon it with an intricate hilt. In front of the shield is a wolf standing protectively. Shane… the shield of defence… He was ready to protect everyone, and he died a true warrior… I brush my fingers down my tattoo. Right beneath it, I had his name tattooed too. I look at Jax’s mark on my neck. It’s darker than Shane’s was. It consists of a thicket of trees, black with hues of dark green, and through the trees, you can see the dark silhouette of a wolf with yellow eyes peering out from between the trees.

I didn't think that he was the reading type, so whatever he was reading must be so interesting and eye-catching. “Well, just reading books on the origin of our pack.” Ryder responded as I walked up to him. Getting closer to him, I stared at the book and saw a pictures too, but one of the pictures caught my attention the most. It was a picture of some people who had a tattoo of a golden griffin on their arms. “What does that signify?” I asked again, out of curiosity. “Well, it's the tattoo given to important people in this pack. You have the tattoo as well.”

Lylah shrugged. The first line was destroyed. More werewolves, despite having many of their men down, still surged toward Lylah and the group. They were firmer and stronger, with heavy long blockers ready to support them at the front line. Falcon couldn't help but stare at Lylah's tattoo, especially the one on her left shoulder: ‘Little Wolf’. Then the other tattoos—where did she get them? As if sensing his gaze, Lylah glanced at him with a blank look.

And a man in gloves holding a tattoo needle. Jacob spun. “What the hell is this?” Leo stepped in behind him, the door clicking shut. “Every man in my inner circle is marked. You’re married to me now. You don’t get to walk around with a clean canvas.” “You’re branding me?” Leo’s voice dropped. “I’m claiming you.” Jacob took a shaky step back. “That’s psychotic.” “No,” Leo said calmly. “It’s permanent.” The tattoo was small. Simple. A black line through the Greek letter Omega, right below his collarbone, just far enough to hide under a shirt, just close enough to remind him he belonged to a killer.

However, as soon as the funeral procession was over, he threw down the bunch of white lilies impatiently and said, "Oh, my god! Those two old fools are finally dead. They just wouldn't die for years! Luckily, we succeeded this time!" I was shocked. Old fools? Was he really referring to Jerome and me? Casey stared at our tombstones, the hatred in his eyes making my chest tighten in shock. Why did Casey hate us so much? We were both his birth parents! We had invested 20 years of our lives bringing him up to the best of our ability. We had even put his name down as the sole payee and benefactor on both Jerome's and my insurance policies. Just then, my mother-in-law, Daisy Rothbart, went up to C

“Normally our warriors have had a year or two to find their mates. Giving it to someone who hasn’t yet come of age is… unorthodox. However, my commanders and I feel the risk of having you in the field without the tracking ability the tattoo provides is too high. Having spoken to the witch whose magic is within the tattoo, she believes it won’t cause any permanent issue with your future bond.” He folds his hands, eyes steady on mine. “Nevertheless, I want to ask your permission before we continue.” Am I supposed to say no? As if I’d ever say no to this. “What are the risks of getting it?” I ask, buying myself a few seconds. “We don’t know,” he says honestly. “Most likely there are no risks or

You'd be nothing but a tomfool if you underestimate him because he has all of the most hidden information about the underworld in his cryptic brain. Don't judge a book by its cover, right? "Then you tell me." I raise my eyebrow and take a sip from my drink. "The tattoo is a sign of the Bratva and it indicates their loyalty to the mafia family. When they assign as a member of the mafia, they cosign their life to the Devil and get the tattoo. Only exclusive members, who have seen him, get the tattoo on the neck. But the others get it on their wrist." He murmurs and keeps serving the drinks to the people.

He picked up the branding iron and placed it in the burning fire “Bound by loyalty, bound by blood and bound by oath. I renounce my title and bestow the power I inherited from our predecessors on a new legacy.” He flipped open the book of oaths.” I renounce my oath to Lead and serve Zenturio as head and swear my loyalty as Lord.” He picked up the branding iron and walked over to me ,the book still in his hands. I took a deep breath , preparing myself for the burning pain. “ With our symbol carved into the hearts ,We serve in Loyalty and in ashes.” The crowd echoed.” We serve in Loyalty and in Ashes.” And he pressed the hot iron in my skin ,right into my heart,craving the symbol of a rose on

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is