Rowan’s POV
I slammed the door to my room, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
How could I be so careless?
I pressed my back against the wood, sliding down until I was crouched on the floor, my hands tangled in my hair. I could still feel Raven’s fingers brushing my skin, the shock in her eyes when she saw the marks.
I never should’ve let her get that close.
Lifting my shirt, I traced the scars again , those cursed lines that stretched like blackened veins across my torso. They pulsed, as if alive, as if reminding me they were part of me now. A stain I could never scrub clean.
My wolf growled low in my head.
She’s our mate. She should know.
“No,” I muttered, slamming my fist against the floor. “She doesn’t need to know this.”
I stood up, ripping my shirt off and throw
