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“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.

When Alpha Caprius smiles and extends his hand, I almost stop breathing. “Yes, sir.” I manage to whisper and give him my right hand. The Alpha’s hand feel warm and large when he twists my hand to reveal my wrist. “Alpha Caprius Strigon, 10th Alpha of pack Strigon, hereby grant this wolf my blessing to leave the boundary.” I wince in pain when the Alpha dug his nail into my wrist, drawing out blood as soon as he removes it. As blood pours out, it begins to seep into the skin around my wrist, forming a circular red tattoo.

Tabitha said. “We also wanted to ask you if you were willing to have a protection and blocking spell tattooed on your body.” another witch asked. “It will only block dark magic.” I nodded, I always wanted a tattoo anyway. I would do anything that could help me right now. They started with the tattoo, one of the witches used an old tattoo method of hammering the tattoo into my skin which was painful, but not too bad. It would heal. They were too little runes tattooed on the top of my back, near my neck.

"I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You." Noreen's head throbbed. She couldn't comprehend what Thiery was talking about at all. It was like he was speaking a language from another planet. Thiery touched Noreen's lips with his index finger, and she immediately shuddered again. When he kissed her lips, Noreen felt it again, a slow, stirring desire, awakening butterflies in her stomach.

Being a king, Xee was also a member of the council. Addy trailed off, "This logo circle has 6 parts and each one represents a supernatural creature. Here, see this paw with a human handprint, it's for werewolves. This union of three circles is for witches." Her finger shifted to the next one, "Can you see this arrow and bow? That's for elves. And this portal arch is for warlocks. This fangs here is for vampires and this flower bouquet is for faes." I looked at Addy in awe, "You really are pro at it, girl."

And she’s been right under my nose. Colton suspected something was wrong with her friend, Abbie. And when we saw her tattoo… A crescent symbol branded onto her body was a clear sign of what she is. A hybrid, a witch. They are vile and deceitful snakes. You can never trust them. That is why werewolves and witches are at war since the very beginning. I had her locked up in the basement until I decide what to do with her. Of course, I made sure her wounds continue to be tended to.

His voice was detached, but I felt the weight of it. On his right hand, a serpent coiled around his wrist, with flames dancing across his fingers and a miniature skull on his index finger. On his left hand, a majestic eagle dominated his wrist, with a cryptic symbol on his thumb and the ominous phrase "Mors Certa, Hora Incerta" on his ring finger. Around his neck and slightly above his chest, a delicate pattern of barbed wire ran along his neck. A pair of ravens perched on his shoulders, their eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intelligence.

The other two didn't fare better, and in a few seconds, they fell to their death. Another two rushed at me, holding a black dagger in their hands. I slashed at the wrist of one of them, and that was when I saw an odd tattoo on the man's wrist. The tattoo was painted in black ink, showing two black blades on top of a howling wolf. The image was familiar, but I could not remember where I had seen it before. I realized that the other person also had the same tattoo on his wrist, and so concluded that it was an identification method for their pack or clan.

The air in my chest froze into a block of solid ice. Burned deep into the pale flesh of his inner wrist, standing out like an open wound against the cold air, was an intricate symbol I had seen on a hundred wrists, a thousand banners, and across every single waking nightmare of my childhood. Twin crescent moons facing outward, locking around a single, stylized drop of blood. The crest of the Bloodwyn pack. My blood turned to pure acid.

Suddenly, I felt my body changing; my muscles growing stronger, my hair flowing around me like a halo of pure white light radiating from the moon above. When the bright light faded away, I noticed two symbols had mysteriously appeared on my wrists, like tattoos. On my right wrist was a full moon and on my left was a crescent moon. The wolves pounced again before I could get a better look at them, and this time when I held out my hands a powerful force emanated from them. It threw the wolves backwards into the trees where they lay whimpering until they finally passed out.What is this?