As a mated pair, it was only natural that Alex and I now wore our marks on our necks… and yet, it made me feel proud and slightly self-conscious each time someone stared at my neck. I was fairly sure he only felt pride contrarily to me. Indeed, since he had played the waiting game, it was understandable how he wasn't feeling any of my self-consciousness. Besides, marks were so common in the werewolf community that I was a bit of an odd one, according to mom that was.
Admittedly, I had much more pressing issues to worry about. Tonight was the full moon, and my talkative wolf was more than ready for our first shift.
The closer we were getting to the fateful hour, the more restless she was becoming. By the time the light went out and night set in, I was more worried than excited if I were
