Gold and shimmery, the henna like tattoo of the seven moon cycles went down her spine vertically like they were growing from the stem of the sunflower that was at the small of her back. It’s petals and stems intertwining with the moons until the beautiful markings came together in the beautiful spirals that said their names in fairy tongue.
Bonding markings usually the last sign for wolves, Henry knew it was different for pixies. But now they were bonded, and his biggest desire could no longer be denied. Not sure how to approach the conversation with Katherine, Henry was surprised when she suddenly sat up and propped her chin on her hand as she peered at him, “We have to tell my parents it’s time I come home.” Grinning at her happy she was on the same boat as him, Henry kissed her happil
