Dante’s pov
Sara smiled a weak smile. “You worry like a dad already.”
I looked up at the sky, watched the slow drifting clouds full of rain not yet fallen. “She’s fragile,” I told her.
“She’s strong,” Sara corrected. “I can tell you that she’s taking this like a champ. So many wolves would have fallen apart. Trust me,”
I couldn’t say anything as I stated ahead.
“Have you seen the birthmark on her neck?” She said after a moment of silence as I frowned.
I looked back at her. “What birthmark?”
Sara looked shocked. “You’ve never seen it?”
I shook my head. “No. Where?”
“Just under her ear. On the side of her neck.”
“I haven’t actually looked there.”
Sara let out a slow breath. “How are we all this blind?”
I didn’t say anything. She looked mad.
She took a step closer. “That mark… I
