I leaned against the doorjamb, wondering whether or not it would be a wise decision for me to leave. I had no idea whether or not she would want to be alone once the mark starts to form, or whether she would prefer to have me here—I guess I should have asked her that when she was still in a position to answer me, unlike now, where she was out cold. But I guess that I was the only one to blame. I should have gotten rid of my parents instead of succumbing to their stupid request for me to mark her as proof that she was my mate.
Most female wolves—she-wolves, as we would call them on a normal day—preferred to have their mates with them when the mark appeared. They claimed that although they didn’t feel much in terms of pain when the actual marking process took place, they said that the appe
