Chapter Thirty-Two
[Leon's POV]
I stared at myself in the mirror, brushing my teeth. Iodine needed to be called for the final part of the pizza order just as we'd finished eating, so I was just... waiting.
I felt so nervous, like my heart might leap out my mouth at any moment. I spat into the sink and surveyed my face. It was actually a good thing Rachel mentioned my stubble this morning, because I probably would cut myself if I'd tried shaving in this state.
I wondered if everyone felt this apprehensive about being marked. Most wolves marked their mates within the day of knowing them, so maybe they didn't. Maybe it was just me. I wasn't well socialised enough to have asked others how they felt about it. I'd been given a brief talk by my mother back when I'd first met Skyla. About ho
