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“Move.” “Wait,” I said, staring at a photo of an older wolf with the mark peeking above his collar. Beside him stood a younger man I recognized instantly: Gage. Same eyes. Same rigid posture. The collar hid most of his throat, but I could see the edge of a mark at his jaw. My pulse jumped. “That symbol is everywhere.” “It’s pack ink,” Mason said, pulling me forward. “It’s not just ink,” I muttered. “It’s a label.”

Mark said, looking down at him with infinite contempt. With a fluid movement, Mark raised his military boot and delivered a brutal kick directly to his facial features. The impact broke Caleb's front teeth and opened a deep cut on his eyebrow, the blood blinding him completely. “Look at you... the great Beta of the Blackwoods, crawling like a wounded dog to defend a female who isn't even yours” Mark mocked, giving him a second kick to his broken ribs that caused Caleb to release a violent spasm before being left completely limp on the floor, face down.

Mark was beaten but couldn't understand what was going on, Edna next to him was also surprised, because the two people in front of her knew that they were very close friends, after today they didn't say anything, they fought, or more accurately It's James beating Mark. Mark was beaten, but he didn't understand what was going on, but he still did not forget to avoid the blow and spoke in an annoyed tone: "James, are you crazy? Why hit me?" "Crazy, Mark, I didn't expect you to be such an evil, shameless person. Today, I definitely have to bring you back to your senses and return to the Mark I know." James said as he continued to attack Mark.

Agatha grumbled. She assessed the men as she released her hold on Mark and he fell back onto the chair cushion. A scowl of annoyance consumed his proud, aristocratic face. Of Nordic descent, Mark was the largest of the three friends. He stood six-feet-four-inches with strong, muscular thighs and a big barreled chest. When he wasn’t working at his law practice, he was in the gym lifting weights. He had a comely face with a square jaw. As symmetry goes, his hazel eyes were just a little too close together. Yet they somehow looked perfectly set over his straight nose.

I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.

He frowned and held his neck as if his blood pressure suddenly raised when he saw my face. "Look who's talking. Jacob, the lowlife beta, trying hard to be a soldier of the Blue Blood Pack!" Marky said while smiling like a dog, at the same time he let go of the tall woman. "Don't get involved in this, if you don't want your life to get messed up," he said with emphasis in the words while glaring at me.

Mark rolled out the words all at once. I blinked in utter shock!

I’m worried about April, obsessed оvеr Cаrrіе, wоndеrіng аbоut Jessup and Neon, and ѕtіll rееlіng from thе IA interview. I need hеlр getting mуѕеlf together. Thіѕ trаffіс jam is the perfect орроrtunіtу. I punch in mу ѕроnѕоr Mark’s number. “Hеllо,” he аnѕwеrѕ. “Hey Mаrk. It’ѕ Blаkе.” “Blаkе. It’ѕ gооd tо hear frоm уоu.”

>POV: Blake As thе аftеrnооn passes, mу gооd mood refuses tо fade. I’ve gоt a соffее dаtе planned wіth my ѕроnѕоr. Mаrk hаѕ bееn gооd to me over the years.