Samara
The next morning, Roman drags us both out of bed. While neither of us got much sleep, I feel energized and happy. When we walk downstairs for warrior training, the pack cheers and howls in excitement.
“Let’s see it,” Luna Devi says, walking up with a huge smile on her face. Since I’m wearing a tank top for warrior training, I move my hair aside to show her.
“Beautiful, just like you,” she says, pulling me into a hug.
“And yours?” she says to Roman when she releases me. He isn’t wearing a shirt, so he leans forward giving his mother a closer look at his mark.
“Perfect,” she says.
I pull my hair into a ponytail and watch as the pack members look at my mark and grin. The feeling in the pack is happy and excited.
Roman doesn’t push me as hard in training today, recognizing that I
