The next morning we had to get up early to pack up our room and check out. That didn’t mean that I didn’t find a few minutes to spare so that I could admire my new mark in the mirror while I was brushing my teeth after breakfast.
It had already healed and faded so that only the white outline. Most humans wouldn’t notice it or they would think it was a white tattoo but every werewolf who saw me would know I was Grayson’s. Just like they would know he was mine. A fact that made my wolf extremely happy. I had been feeling her exuberance all morning.
When I came back into the room Grayson was looking at the wreckage of his phone. The screen had cracks running down the whole length of it and had come away in one corner.
“It won’t turn on.” He said, pouting. He looked so cute when he was pou
