Mlp Oc Cutie Marks Novels & Stories

All that remained was a patch of tender new flesh, a freshly healed scar. It was an ugly but clean cut. Cade's pupils shrank violently, like he was staring at something truly horrifying. His body went slack, collapsing into the muddy ground, his face ghostly white. "The mark… Where's your mark?" "It's gone now." My tone was light. "I took a knife myself and cut it out, skin and flesh together. "I didn't use anesthesia. It hurt quite a bit. "Cade, you're right. A werewolf only has one mate in a lifetime. But that's only if I choose to be that mate.

"I’m sure." The black-market healer tried to persuade me one last time. "But this is the Silver Moon Pack’s highest Alpha mark. Countless she-wolves dream of bearing this claim. If you wash it off, you’ll lose all your privileges within the territory. You’ll be treated as a packless Rogue." "I want to be a Rogue." I lay down on the cold operating table. "Please, just get on with it." "Very well. Once the procedure is done, I’ll inject you with a high-grade Alpha Scent Masker—it will completely cloak your natural scent for a week. The Alpha won’t suspect a thing."