Novel & Cerita Momma Bear Tattoos

“And didn’t I tell you to drop the formalities when we’re alone, darling?” I have heard of the Dread Moon pack wolves being tattooed, but I have never seen one in person before. His right arm and pectoral are adorned with black ink, and I spy his pack crest amidst some rose designs. It is actually quite a beautiful tapestry and something inside of me seems to pull me toward him.

It's normal for wolves to present late John", Alexandra groaned in annoyance. "Shut-up pup, It is normal", John agreed." But somehow something feels off about this and that thing in your back and arm-" "It's a tattoo", Allen piped up." A pretty one of the moon and star". "Wait what? Let me see". Alexandra had no choice but to lift her hoodie up and display the tattoo like pictorial on her back to Liam. The alpha gasped taking a step back. "I've-", he stuttered." I've seen that before-those lines of star and moon".

Instead, Bears claim their mates by scratching along their necks and down to their collarbones. My hand lifts to where the mark is. Three long but subtle claw marks show that I’m claimed. Where werewolves don’t usually try to hide their marks or show them, bears often ensure they are on show during social events. So my dress is revealing the mark. “If we’re talking and someone asks you something, and you’re not sure how to answer, just squeeze my hand, and I’ll speak,” Arktos says while smiling down at me. I’m glad he’s giving me a way out.

It had only been two days since I had last seen them, but you would think it had been weeks. “Taylor,” I smiled warmly at the newest addition to my family before even acknowledging Darren. I just gave him a warm smile and focused entirely on his new mate. I was so excited to see she had come with him. She had a new marking on her neck, a bear print tribal marking that matched a new mark on Darren’s neck in the same location. That means they are fully mated, and she not only knew what Darren was, she had agreed to being his mate. Werebear markings are different from werewolf ones. The spirit inside a werebear, which is essentially their beast, will imprint a mark on their mate’s skin when the

he comforted her, losing his tight grip on her, so he could see her tattoo. The tattoo from the moon goddess, a sign that she has been accepted into the park, meaning she’s clean and worthy? Also, a sign that she’s his forever. The grey wolf stood with his neck up, like he was howling into the sky, regulus smiled proudly as he looked at the familiar picture of his wolf on her shoulder, the wolf drawing was the same as he is in reality. It drew from her shoulder down to her left breast cleavage and stopped very close to the tip of her left nipple. Satisfied with what he saw, he closed the shower and carried her out of the shower.

I could never forget the tattoo because each time the goddess pitied me and let me sleep, the image of the mark always popped up in my dreams. “ Babe, where did you draw this tattoo? “ I asked and she smiled. “ My mom said I was born with it, “ She said, trying to take a peep at her tattoo. The mark looked like a flower. “ I love it. It looks really sexy on you, “ I said to her, earning her blush. “ I love the birthmark on your chest too. I’ve never seen a black mole-like birthmark look so good on anyone, nor have I seen it that big, “ She said and I snickered.

“She’s being suppressed by magic.” “Magic?” I echoed, but I didn’t protest. In fact, it made a lot of sense actually. My mom wouldn’t just out of nowhere have given me a tattoo that could only be seen in the moonlight. And I was 12! It didn’t seem like it was there for no reason, other than me being a Dire Wolf. Which made me wonder what more my mother was hiding. “Do you think that--- that my mom was a Dire Wolf too?” I asked the question, I'd never voiced before.

It’s rare that I dress up. As I stared into the mirror, barely recognizing myself, I realized I am the spitting image of my mother. I have every one of her features. I twirled around to get the full effect of my dress. It’s long and puffy like a princess, with no straps and a low back that shows the one tattoo I could get even though my father was covered in them and every male pack member. The tattoo represented my human, wolf, and witch. It’s the moon, earth, and a ball of magic intertwined into a triangle. It reminded me of the greatness I can become and will hope to one day achieve.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

His bare chest gleams in the moonlight. For the first time, I'm able to get a good look at the tattoo on his bicep. I reach out and touch it. It's done entirely in black ink, and when I tilt my head, I can just make out the swirling letters. "Mona Catherine," I read. "My mom." He gives a sad smile. "I know it's cheesy. At least I managed to talk myself out of putting her name in a heart." "I think it's beautiful." I trace the ink with my finger. "Is this the only one you have?"