MARTHA:
Mr. Weston smiled and entered the room where I had spent the night. His woody scent surrounded me like a warm blanket as he replied, "It's a tribal tattoo."
"Does Doctor Tina have it too?" I asked, shocked, and he nodded.
"Yes, but women's tattoos are on their backs. They are meant to carry the pack on their backs, while we carry ours from the front," he replied proudly, and my jaw dropped. I was still looking at him in shock.
"That man—he has the same tattoo. When he mentioned he was from the Dark Mountain Pack, I asked him if he was a werewolf, but he lied to me. Why did he lie to me and sleep with me without protection?" I asked Mr. Weston, my fist clenching at the memory.
"Was it his plan to get me pregnant? How could he do that knowing he wasn't human!" I screamed, my bod
