Eve stood in front of the bathroom mirror, examining Kane's mark.
It was beautiful in a terrifying way. A single, perfect bite on the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder.....already scarring, the edges raised and silvery, impossible to hide or mistake for anything other than what it was.
A mate mark. Permanent. Claiming her as bonded to an alpha wolf.
She touched it gingerly, feeling the slight tenderness that remained. Kane had been so controlled, so precise, that the wound had healed quickly. But the scar would last forever.
"Still processing?" Silas's voice came from the doorway.
Eve nodded. "I thought.....after Rex's claiming, after thirty-seven marks....I thought I understood what wolf claiming meant. But this...." She gestured to the single mark. "This is different. More intense somehow, despite being singular."
