Stormee Adalwulf
After marking Al, I could feel every single one of his emotions, and they were just like the flowers he engraved on my skin and the ones he gifted me on my 21st birthday: a swirl of colors, and they possessed an intensity that was mind-blowing.
"What are you thinking about? Al asked me,
"Weirdly, I can feel you, but you certainly can't feel me the same way," I locked eyes with him, and he chuckled.
"We can work that out later," he replied, and somehow, his cryptic words spiked my curiosity.
"Are we going to explore the forest? How does an elf mark his mate?" I asked these questions, trying to trick him into answering both without paying attention. Of course, my plan failed.
He laughed, "Trying to make me answer you straight forward?" He tilted my head to lock e
