Kelsey's POV
"Sizzle—" Hot oil scalded my hand, and smoke rose instantly.
As a werewolf, this burn should've healed in minutes.
But the shattered mate bond made the wound raw and throbbing, pain shooting through my nerves.
I rinsed my hand under cold water as Angela cooed, "Alpha Marcus, my hand's burned. It hurts, but don't blame her—she probably didn't mean it."
Her rose-scented whimpers wrapped around us—her signature mark.
She thrust her wrist toward Alpha Marcus, the golden healing glow already fading.
I felt a flicker of sarcasm but didn't look up.
Next, a man seized my arm. "Kelsey, I didn't expect you to be so…"
Marcus's eyes fell on my blistered hand, bright red and swollen.
He pursed his lips, leaving his sentence hanging.
The temporary mark on my nape crackled like ic
