“Are you sure about this?” Frank asked for the hundredth time.
It has been three days since Bee had been marked. Tomua had taken off the bandages from her eyes. Bee had sighed with relief when she saw she could see again. When Bee looked in the mirror, she saw the small disks and when she looked down at her palm, she could see the faint outline of her tattoo. Her palm still hurt, but it was nothing she could not deal with.
“Well, what do you think?” Tomua asked.
“I think it is a new start!” Bee said as she bent down to pick up the wolf cub she rescued. Before the marking, Bee had taken him to a wildlife sanctuary with the attention of leaving him there. To her surprise, the man there refused to take him.
“Red Japanese wolves imprint on their pack very early. He has imprinted on you, M
