In the morning, Polina was shocked by the size of the mark. A huge dark crimson bruise spread from the base of her neck across her right shoulder. It looked absolutely awful. She carefully touched the mark — it hardly hurt, only a dull ache, like an ordinary bruise or a minor injury. Ruslan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Little one, it will pass soon. Only tiny white dots will remain." — the man reassured her, then leaned down and kissed the mark.
"Stella showed me her mark. I know how it will look later." — Polya replied. — "But right now, it looks… to put it mildly, unpleasant."
"Let’s go have breakfast. If you feel unwell, tell me right away. No playing partisan." — the Alpha asked. — "I can sense things myself, of course, but if there’s fever or slight dizzines
