Her skin looked like a goddess be damned battlefield.
Not that he was any better but, what the hell?
His mate should not bare marks.
It was… it was…
… Barbaric.
No two marks missed each other. It seemed like what looked like burns and old wounds made shallow impressions on her skin.
… I’m going to kill whoever did this.
Kris revised his plan of attack, making it mercilessly clear to himself just how he’d do it after.
“Every mark will be mirrored,” his Alpha growled.
“What?” Renee worried, her voice small.
It sounded like a whisper. A plea. One so far away he almost missed it.
Kris’ ears pointed forward, worried she was slipping from him. Her interests changed. Gone was the delicious near lovemaking, tragically replaced by fear.
He had to think fast.
“Sorry,” he murmur
