Without much thought and not knowing whether this would work or not, I spontaneously grabbed the scruff of Shane's neck, lowered his head so it was near to my mouth and bit down into his skin hard, I imagined a little, but strong golden thread joining the both of us together – like a marriage knot. I had done something that would be remembered throughout history. I was the first she-wolf to mark her mate. Whether it would work was a different matter.
See, through tradition, the male was the one who marked the female, whereas I always thought that was a tad bit sexist, and now, I had changed that tradition. No one quite knew why it was this way and no one ad questioned it. Perhaps females had marked their male halves before but had been too ashamed to come forwards, or perhaps it had gone
