It is invisible to other people and I am the only one who can see it with my third eye above my head once I look at my neck in a mirror.
No one can see what I see. Only I, an Alpha, see and notice all these things.
It was said that only my fated mate could see it.
Only then will I know she is the one for me, but I will be her love, failure, and doom.
I will be her death instead of giving her peace and happiness.
I was told by a priest years ago. I could also sense it from the wolf’s stone.
“Gerard, what’s that on your neck?’
I froze. In a daze, I touched my neck and turned to an eight years old Oceana asking me a question with such an innocent look.
‘What did you see in there, love?’ I asked, getting close to her as I held her shoulders.
“Writings. Written in Arabic, Gerard.’ her
