Raven
His words echoed through my mind, and I couldn’t help it as I blinked, long and hard, before looking up at him again.
Did I have a mate?
Those eyes searched mine, hot and desperate. He seemed so honestly confused.
Was he serious?
The mark was a circle with a half-circle under it. The half-circle had a perpendicular line running through it, which was crossed by another, smaller line.
I’d read enough history books to know it was an ancient symbol for Pluto. I’d tried to keep it hidden ever since it had appeared on my collarbone six years ago after we’d been intimate. Otherwise, everyone would know I was mated to someone from the Pluto Pack – or someone descendant from Pluto Pack.
If he was asking…did he not realize what the symbol represented?
He obviou
