DANIEL'S POV
Clapping my hand on Declan's back, I smiled:
“Wish you the best too, Declan."
Moments later, I was in my bedroom, standing in front of the mirror.I stared at myself in my marking ceremony clothes:
It was a white knee-length satin loin cloth, with one thin sleeve tied on one of my shoulders.
My other exposed shoulder revealed most of my tattoos.I hoped Haze wasn't going to be mad at me for exposing those tattoos.
My hair freshly combed,I headed outside shivering as my bare feet heated the cold marbled floor.
My heart pounded as I moved through the immense walls and corridors of the pack house, heading to the marking hall,where Hazel awaited my arrival.
I understood that I had gone a long way to be here and today, even if I was dying,I had to accomplish the marking rit
