Morning Mark Owl House Comics Novels & Stories

So, Mark was very happy. After a long day with his friend, he walked back towards the little hut he lived in with his foster father. The moon was high in the sky it was already night he walked carefully through the door and into the small room that was his room, he didn’t turn on the lamp because he knew where his bed was and while he still didn’t have his wolf just yet his senses were sharp and he could make out his bed in the darkroom. He made it to his bed and slumped on it tiredly.

But as Draven raised the blade toward the sky, the moon’s last sliver of light vanished — and the world plunged into shadow. At the compound, every torch flickered. The wolves howled as the bond between them and their beasts strained, faltering under an invisible pressure. Lyra gripped the railing, whispering, “It’s starting.” Kilian’s eyes glowed faintly gold in the darkness. “Then we end it.” He turned toward the command tower, voice rising above the wind. “Sound the horns. Ready the packs. We march before dawn.” Back on the plains, Nova stood in the darkness, the eclipse complete. The only light came from the flicker of torches and the faint, unnatural glow of her mark.

or something like that. Then there's The Marking. Not like biting or stuff like that. This one is for the entire pack. Special paint made by witches, from moon dust, sun dust, first snow water, dew drops and white roses. Weird, right? Anyway, this one is mostly like drawing tattoos, but with the feather from a white owl.