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Then, his gaze dropped to the spider lily tattoo on my ankle. Suddenly, he yanked open his own shirt collar. Over his left chest, directly above his heart, bloomed the exact same spider lily. The colour was blood-red. It was a mark he had gone over again and again for five years, carving it deeper into his flesh. "I'll cut him up and feed him to the dogs…" He cursed under his breath. "Doctor! Get a doctor up here now! "I only want female doctors!" He roared toward the door. His voice had a slight, unintentional quiver.

The Doctor said "And his tattoo is it safe for him to have it removed," Cole asked "What? Cole! Please don't." I shouted He glared at me, I shut up "After the infection is completely gone, yes it will be safe." The Doctor said then left the room " Cole, please don't make me get it removed." I begged. It looks so Gucci and it's a tattoo that I matched with Aria "Did you actually think I would let you keep a tattoo on your body?" Marco said glaring

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

Then the doctor began, "Well, I hope you'll consider my offer. But first, I need to brand you." "What?" I leaned back. "Easy, easy. It's just like a tattoo. You'll need a number to go by," he informed. "So we can keep you tracked and traced should you find it fun to run away." He leaned in, his arms rested on his knees now that he had taken a seat next to me. His eyes were nearly black, and he had dark circles around his eyes. He looked like an albino snake, ready to strike at any moment. "I don't think our high bidders want their purchases to be tainted with a tattoo," I muttered.

There are pictures of one of her sex dungeons in her home in Paris, New York, London, and in her very own home, Japan. As I look through each picture, feeling my stomach fuzzy from all these disgusting and disturbing photos, that's when my heart drops, and my eyes grow wide in shock. My hands shake as I enlarge the image with my fingertips. I stare at the tribal tattoo that the Wolfe brothers have. It symbolizes their brotherhood and love for one another as a family who will always protect each other. It's the same tattoo I saw on Seth's right arm. "Terry? Are you feeling okay?"

The doctor wasn't forthcoming with answers, and when the elder insisted I prove myself, my anger snapped. I looked at him across the table. We exchanged a knowing look and he quietly hid his hands beneath the table, a silent vow never to question me again. *"We have a problem."* One of them slid a piece of paper toward me. *"The plague is spreading."* Of course it was spreading. Because we couldn't find a cure, and because I would never tell them about her. I studied the map of marked territories. Almost all nine packs were affected. Call me selfish, but they could all perish before I let them lay a hand on her.

However, they clearly remembered that when Baby Zetty came here, she had been an old grandmother with gray hair and a hunched back. Just like that, both of them started believing in Baby Zetty’s medical skills. Jake painfully sought Baby Zetty for confirmation as he said, “Ms. Rozette, there was a plague a few years ago in Sacred Land. Everyone who got the plague had tons of bloody holes in their bodies, and they said that their wounds were rat bites. None of the people who got the plague survived.”

He didn't have any glasses today, because he had taken the advice of Finlay and visited one of the pack doctors to get his eyes treated. The council of elders joined their heads together and came up with yet another powerful question. "Alpha Finlay tattooed a red scorpion on his back, a symbol of integrity, strength, and humility, do you have that tattoo? You cannot tell us you had it removed." Ophelia's eyes widened in their sockets because she suspected that this man didn't have that tattoo. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, there was no response from him. She counted to twenty and flickered her eyes open when murmurings erupted within the crowd.

"Tristan, this tattoo may have been inked only recently. If he was really a guard who had been trained since young, it is impossible for the tattoo to be this fresh. You know the rules. They don't recruit people this age." "Hearing this, Tristan quickly walked over. As expected, the tattoo had become infected as it had been soaked in water." Such a situation would only happen when the tattoo was only recently completed. Which meant that someone was trying to push the blame onto Prestin. Did they want to see Prestin and the Acker family slaughter each other so that they could benefit from it? Who would think up a plan like this?

“Yes? Are you a patient?” The gleam hiding behind her long bangs shone even bright after seeing the tall muscular man walking towards her. His tattoos were covered by his large coat, showing only a glimpse of it from his uncovered neck and nape. “I’m sorry. Your scent is quite unique yet familiar.” Diana showed her wound which was badly bandaged. Fixing his eyeglass, the pack doctor nodded. “Come in.” Compared to the Crescent Pack’s warm doctor, the Blood Claws Pack’s doctor lived up to the pack’s reputation—cold and distant.