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I shifted straight back when I got to the clearing in front of the pack house, not even paying attention to the crowd that had gathered, or caring about the fact I was as naked as the day I was born.
Callum pulled me into a hug, pressing his lips to my forehead, before checking me over for injuries. He didn’t find any, and instead turned his attention to his mark on my neck. Gone was the bite mark, and in its place was a delicate pattern of the Aries constellation.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as he teased his fingertips over the still sensitive flesh.
I tiptoed in front of him, reaching up to admire my own mark on his neck. Gone were the teeth and in its place was a delicate tattoo of my wolf staring up at the moon.
I pressed a gentle kiss to the mark, enjoying how his body shivered
