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Her fingers brushed over the spot, and she froze. Her eyes widened as she traced it, the faint indentation, the lingering heat, the truth searing through her veins. “No…” she whispered, her voice cracking. Marcus’s gaze dropped to her hand on her neck. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t deny it. “It wasn’t just… last night,” he admitted quietly, almost reverently. “I marked you.” Her breath hitched sharply, the world tilting. She stumbled back a step, clutching her throat like she could claw the mark away. “You—” Her voice was strangled, fury and fear colliding. “You marked me?!”

“Sorry to scare you.” There was silence, then his voice softened. “Oh… that’s fine.” I pressed both palms against the sink, my eyes wide with horror. My pulse hammered in my ears as I stared at the reflection of the mark, a shade of dark red against my skin. He had marked me. That motherfucker marked me.

Each symbol pulsed with a strange energy, making my heart race as I whispered the words aloud, one by one, my voice low and careful. The syllables felt heavy, like they carried the weight of centuries, but when I finished, nothing happened. Just silence, thick and heavy, pressing down on the clearing.I shifted my weight, dirt crunching under my boots, and that’s when I saw it—right at my feet, half-hidden in the earth, a single marking, different from the rest. It was smaller, almost delicate, but it thrummed with a quiet power, like a heartbeat trapped in the ground.

When the door opened, my hand instinctively touched the side of my neck. The place where he had marked me. The truth was, I was exhausted. I had done everything to avoid thinking about that cursed mark, terrified of what it meant, of what it could do to me. Each time the thought crept into my mind, I buried it, shoved it far, far away. I convinced myself I was fine, that I could keep hiding from the pain. I was in a new pack, a new city. My life was nothing like Crescent Moon Pack anymore. Things were better here. I was with Rex. Why should I keep tormenting myself with Kael’s mark?

He also did the same, just for support, he said. So here I was looking at myself through the mirror while drying out, my eyes never leaving my marking spot. I was so proud to wear his mark. Even though it wasn’t a common werewolf’s mark – something like a tattoo of the wolf who marked you and your own wolf together. My mark was distinctive, and I loved it. It was shimmering so brightly under the sun and sparkling luminously in the moonlight. Unique like our bond.

Faelon growled threateningly and Atlas grunted. "I'm just curious about what you find interesting about her. I can see her ex did a number on her and she has a mark on her inner left thigh. Looks like a demon bite," Atlas exclaimed in fascination. Faelon's brow rose as he recalled Lucifer saying she was demon marked. "What does a demon mark mean? Do you know, reaper?" He asked. Atlas shrugged and told him he had no idea but Rai may know. Sophia went to the sink and got a glass of water. They both watched her take a pill and sigh.

I would throw every last bit of power I had into it. I hunched over, barely noticing the throbbing in my gums as my teeth lengthened, and for a moment my mouth hovered hesitantly over the nape of my mate’s neck. Then I bit down, breaking skin, and the coppery-iron taste of his blood came spilling into my mouth as I Marked him. This is going to scar, I mused cynically to myself, wincing, but the observation lasted for barely a moment before I was plunged into a world of vibrant colors and emotions so overpowering I almost lost my footing at the joy of discovering that something remained of Hector.

hope. I scrambled up from the bed and went to the mirror on the wall. Turning my arm to get a better look, I studied the birthmark. The memories it brought with it were hazy, like looking through foggy glass, but they were there. This mark had always been part of me, a sign of something deeper that I had never quite understood.

"Trust me, Arya. I just came back to handle a work emergency.” I wanted to believe him but the look on Marco's face told me that he was hiding something big. “If you caught the red flags, comment 👀”

My voice cra‍cked. I s⁠to⁠o‍d, sc⁠anning the walls. One plank looked diffe‍rent‌—lighte⁠r wood, newly nai‍led. I pried it loose with my knife. Beh⁠ind it, ca‌rved into the da‌mp beam, w‌ere faint letters: 47‍B – A.C.‌ Her mark. Exactly as s⁠he’d written it before. A sign she’‍d left alive.