“What if it leads to extinction?”
“I doubt it would work that way.” He let go of my hand and folded his arms. “No one knows if what the elders said is correct. I can't recall hearing my father calling my mum his beloved. It might all be a superstition, you see.”
“What if it's not? What if marking your beloved will help the pack?” I argued.
“You realize why I didn't wish to tell you about this? I know you will fret yourself to death when you hear it.” He reached his hand towards my hair and ruffled it. “Don't worry your pretty head about my pack. We have lasted this long. I doubt losing our magic can kill us. Haven't we survived a month without it?”
I scoffed at his words, knowing he was only trying to get me to drop the argument. “Anyone with eyes could see how troubled you are. The l
