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Mark looked lost, then he started to approach his car. “Shit! Your laptop is gone.” Instead of being concerned, which I probably should be, I couldn’t help but have a good belly laugh at my own expense. I am a fool. Mark fucking tricked me! Did he fucking know I had information on him?

Rogers took the final step forward, looming over Mark, who was still clutching his bleeding hand. With a swift kick to the chest, he sent Mark crashing to the ground once more. "Fool!" Rogers roared. "Tell Luis I said he’s a fool, a big fool!" His veins bulged along his neck as he shouted. He stepped closer and unleashed a flurry of kicks, striking Mark everywhere. "Idiot!" "He thinks he can fool me!" He didn’t stop, raining blows until he felt some twisted sense of satisfaction. At last, he stepped back. "Lift him up," he ordered his guards.

Mark closes his eyes, when he opens them again, he looks more determined than before. “I will not let history repeat itself.” He says while reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a little vile with a turquoise liquid inside it. He places it on the counter and slides it over to me. I look at the little vile before picking it up. The liquid has a feint glitter to it. It is actually really beautiful to look at. “Magic is always shiny.” Mark tells me. “You can spot magic if you know what to look for.” I look at Mark and raise my eyebrows. This little vile is filled with magic.

“you can’t fool me with a tattoo…” “it’s a mating mark. I have had this for thousand of years. My beloved out there can vouch for me. Because he was the one who marked me the dau eh was born.” He gestured for Dylan/ Wolfie, who was in control proudly nodded. “ he is my mate and mine alone. The one you met was a cheap counterfeit,” The man stammered. “b-but.., but he… he looked like you… you.. you are a witch you can fool us with magic. You can easily fool me and….”

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

Behind me, Pelin’s voice cuts the air: “She has two marks.” The silence that follows shatters Mother’s confidence. I can feel it, the crumble of her strength. Now she has no choice but to keep me — forever bound, being marked by Varyn death. 🥀I can’t remember when I fall asleep; probably the heat of clouded emotions knocks me out. But enough of that this morning. I set my heart to the real reason I came: I must find out why Dolly’s pouch is found at the scene of Elarion’s attackers.

And I was too polite to turn him down. Two chairs away. That's how close to Gideon I was. If we both stretched out an arm, we could hold each other. I passed Doctor Carver a smile and slid into the chair, accidentally glancing in Gideon's direction as I did so. His eyes were slightly narrowed on me but his expression was unreadable. The room began to grow a little too hot. "We went through all the resources you provided and found out that the mark was linked to wolves who once occupied the Great Plains of Talamar," Doctor Carver began and went on to narrate what he had told me the previous night.

“In my pack, on the night of the full moon ritual, the moon goddess blesses the entire pack. But she blesses the alpha king differently. A bright and glowing mark appears on the alpha’s neck which symbolizes her approval and strengthens his leadership.” I nodded. Every pack had rituals, but I had never heard of a mark like Rose’s appearing on someone else. Ethan continued, “This last full moon… during the ritual… the same mark that I saw on Rose appeared on our king’s neck.” My breath caught and for a while I couldn’t form any words. The same mark? The exact same one Rose had? My heart began to pound. “Which pack is that?” I asked, even though I already had a bad feeling.

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”

I asked. “Faes are notorious but powerful creatures in the supernatural world,” he murmured simply. I suppressed a sigh because this was incredibly difficult for me to believe. “I would know if my mom was…not human…right?” I muttered. “Faes can cast glamour; in plain words, they can make you see what they want you to see. So it would be difficult for you to notice, especially since you’re estranged. But doesn’t it make you question why she never actually cut ties with you when you both hardly see each other?” He asked.