Hollis
Eva shakes her head. “I just don’t know how we didn’t find each other.”
“It’s strange,” I agree, my mark burning.
When I found her, asleep in the nook of a tree, I looked her over for a mating mark before I even woke her up. All the way over. Not a single sign of the snowflake shape. Not even a red spot that might turn into a snowflake when the swelling goes down.
“But it’s a good sign neither of us found anyone else,” I add.
She grins as she scrapes her red hair up into a bun. We are standing amidst the flow of people, all headed to the spot on the edge of the camp we were told upon arrival to avoid.
“Definitely better.”
That f*****g bite sears. I cling to the pain.
I stayed in my wolf form all the way back to camp, pretending I was still under the effects of the Haze. Snif
