BRAD STARED AT HIS bare leg, unable to believe the skin belonged to him.
“Where’s it gone?”
Reagan was grinning like a lunatic and Stephen looked like he was about to vomit. What was going on?
“You guys come out and let these people in to sleep.” Reagan beckoned to them and Stephen went, his head down.
Brad frowned, but did as he was requested.
The hairs on Brad’s body were standing up in freakish outrage. His mark was gone.
It was GONE!
What the f**k did that mean?
He followed Reagan, zombie like, over to the Alpha table, relieved to see that most of the pack were settling to sleep in groups on the floor, or going into the two makeshift bedrooms.
Reagan practically skipped up to Grayson. “Guess what! Brad’s mark’s gone!” He said it with such glee, Brad’s hands fisted into uncont
