In no time, Kieran was gone and I finally got out of bed. It was hard to as I felt really sore between my legs.
The feeling only made me remember Kieran last night. How many times had we gone at it? Maybe six? Seven? I lost count.
I managed to reach the mirror and sit in front of it, staring at the beautiful mark that had formed near my shoulder.
It had formed into the shape of the head of a wolf but then, it also seemed more ferocious with it's mouth opening, showing it's razor sharp edges. There was a symbol, closely resembling a pentagon on the forehead, giving it an elegant look and at thesame time, it screamed dominance. The symbol on his forehead seemed familiar and I tried to recall where I had seen it but the memory was foggy.
I touched it and somehow, it felt... It felt like i
