big mouth 84
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Chapter 84
Wyatt, Katy, Wanda POVs
Wyatt POV
“Big mouth?” I hissed, keeping low behind the trees. “I’m not the one who decided sneaking into a pack territory was a fun morning activity.”
Katy rolled her eyes, crouched beside me. “Shut up, Wyatt. You’re the one who insisted she wasn’t marked yet.”
Wanda didn’t even look at us. Her gaze stayed locked on the house like she was reading every breath moving inside it.
“That’s because I was right to check,” I muttered. “If she wasn’t marked, we could’ve still..”
Katy elbowed me hard. “Still what? Caused a war? Be serious.”
Before I could argue back, Wanda shifted slightly, her voice low and sharp. “She’s out.”
We all froze..And there she was.
Stepping out of the house like she owned the entire world. Leggings, fitted shirt, hair tied back, calm. Too calm. Like she didn’t know three idiots were hiding in the trees watching her every move.
Then Wanda spoke again.
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “She’s marked.”
Silence. My stomach dropped.
Katy slowly turned her head toward me, a slow, evil smile forming.
“Well… Wyatt.”
Oh no.
“No,” I said immediately.
Katy leaned closer. “You wanted to come. You said it was ‘important.’”
Wanda finally glanced at me, one eyebrow raised. “You heard her. She’s marked.”
I backed up a step. “Guys… we can talk about this..”
Katy and Wanda spoke at the same time.
“You’re telling her.”
I pointed at myself. “Why am I telling her?!”
Katy grinned. “Because you have the big mouth.”
Wanda smirked faintly. “And we want to see you suffer.”
I stared at both of them. Then back at the house.
The marked female walking like nothing in the world could touch her.
“…I hate both of you,” I muttered.
Katy waved me forward. “Go on, hero. Before we get caught.”
Ruby POV
I was right back at the tavern again. Here we go. Same mess, different night. Did they get caught again? What did they find out this time? All I wanted to know was one thing, was she marked?
I sat at the table, fingers tapping against the wood while I waited for someone to finally speak. The girls around me nudged each other, then both of them pointed toward Wyatt.
“Alright. Perfect. Let’s hear it.”
Wyatt let out a long breath, like whatever he was about to say already annoyed him. He held his hands out in front of him, then shrugged helplessly.
“Alright, I’ll tell you,” he said. “Only because they’re making me.”
My eyes locked on him..He hesitated again, rubbing the back of his neck like he wished he could disappear into the floor.
“She’s marked.”
That word hit harder than I expected.
Marked.
For a second, I just stared at him, trying to process it. My thoughts spun, mate mark, bond mark, something permanent. Something real.
Wyatt dropped his gaze and covered his face with his hands like he couldn’t even stand to watch the reaction.
“What is wrong with you?” I muttered under my breath, more confused than anything now.
Because if she really was marked… then everything just changed.
My grip tightened around the edge of the table before I even realized I’d moved.
“Marked?” I repeated, my voice sharper than I intended. The word tasted wrong coming out of my mouth, heavy with implications I didn’t like.
Wyatt still had his hands over his face like that was going to erase what he’d just said.
“Yeah,” he muttered, muffled. “That’s what I said. She’s marked.”
A few seconds of silence stretched between us.
I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “Are you sure?”
One of the girls nodded immediately. “We saw it. There’s no mistaking it.”
My thoughts spun. Marked meant permanent. Bonded. Claimed. Done.
Which meant everything I’d assumed… everything I’d been expecting… had just been ripped out from under me.
“So,” I said slowly, leaning back in my chair, “who did it?”
Wyatt finally dropped his hands, looking miserable. “That’s the problem.”
My eyes narrowed. “What problem?”
He hesitated like he already regretted breathing in the same direction as the answer. “It’s not one of the usual pack members.”
That made my stomach tighten.
“What do you mean, not usual?”
Another girl spoke up, quieter this time. “It’s… complicated. The mark doesn’t match anyone here. Not anyone knows.”
I stared at them, letting that sink in.
“So you’re telling me,” I said carefully, “she’s marked… and you don’t even know by who?”
Wyatt gave a small, helpless shrug again, like that somehow fixed anything. “Pretty much.”
The tavern suddenly felt too loud, too warm. I stood up slowly, pushing my chair back with a sharp scrape against the floor.
“No,” I said under my breath.
Because if that was true… then everything I thought I understood about her just changed.
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