People don't explain to you what it means to be marked or how it changes you entirely. The moment that Silver bit me, he'd marked me as his, and my whole world shifted on its axis. The sky became the ground beneath my feet, and I was in a constant state of falling. It wasn't until he left that I even realized Silver had become the anchor that held me firmly rooted in the world. Now that he was gone, I felt as though I was adrift, being tossed about in the raging chaos of my new reality. Before Silver, it had been my need to survive, my desire to make sure my family was avenged, that anchored me, but now I only seemed to care if Silver was alive, happy, and healthy.
Silver. Silver. Silver.
It was an endless loop of longing that constantly played in my mind, and it was really starting to
