Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ*:.:..:...VALERIA'S P.O.V...:..:..:*Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
“I’m what?”
“a nocturnal. It’s sort of a mythical wolf that absorbs darkness, and pain.” Maddox explained.
A nocturnal? “You’re kidding. I thought you said this mark was a gate.”
“The mark is, but everything else that’s happening to you doesn’t involve the mark. At least not entirely.”
I got up from the couch. “Are you f*****g kidding me? How did I become a f*****g nocturnal?”
“I’ve got contacts who deal with this stuff, and I’ve been reading on it. From discovering your wolf early, even to your attack, you’ve never been a normal werewolf.”
It makes sense. Of course, I’m not normal. Screw me, right? The gods have decided to tell me in so many words that I should stick it where the sun doesn’t shine. What in the world is wrong wi
