A witch’s mark.
Gabriel’s voice kept echoing in my head. He had looked at me with such shock, such sudden possessiveness, that it made my skin crawl.
I was a wolf who could shift and at the same time, according to him, I was also carrying a seal from a bloodline that was rare and different so entirely different from werewolves.
How is that possible?
Did I inherit this power from my mother's family or my biological father's family?
So many thoughts were running through my mind, at the end of the day the truth was that i did even know who i really was, or where came from and why at all i was carrying a symbol known to belong to witches and warlocks or…
Is my biological father a warlock ? How did my Mother meet him then? What happened?
So many questions and no answers it was gnawin
