Thana
Staring down the length of my body I rubbed the towel down over my skin. There was still a spot of ash on my thigh, just below my hip. Somehow it hadn’t come off in the shower. I scrubbed at it with the towels one of Logan’s wolves had left in the small almost falling down cabin we had been given.
It was rough against my skin and I winced. I probed the black mark with my fingers tenderly. Ut felt rough but bruised. Maybe I had gotten burnt. It felt sore enough for it.
“It’s the mating mark.” Caradoch's voice was rough, every word pained.
I turned to the open door and stared at him. He was in the bed, on his side and he looked like hell but his eyes were alive with a familiar fire.
“Oh-“
“Mine began to form again the moment I saw you.” A fresh kind of pain flickered across hi
