I know he was dead angry and might even snub me for a long time. But this time, I hope to understand the situation without his interference.
Outwardly, I remained composed.
Inwardly, I was tearing myself apart.
She had been marked earlier.
Ironically, not by me.
I opened my eyes after a moment and sat up closer, closing the distance between us until I could see the faint tremor in her lashes.
She was nervous—perhaps she sensed the shift in the air.
The faint scent of her body changed.
Usually, her scent was so light that it almost felt imperceptible in the air.
But whenever she became anxious, it changed to be dense and unsteady, as though she was teetering on edge.
"I don't like marks I don't understand," I said, lifting my hand.
She stiffened but didn't pull away.
My fingers hovered over the paw-shaped seal.
The skin around it was warm—too warm, as though it radiated my fury.
