Today was meant to be special—Henry promised to mark me. I was ready, vulnerable, waiting. But a phone call changed everything. He rushed out, leaving me alone and humiliated.
Telling me Elena, his childhood friend, had a nightmare. She needs me. Let’s mark another day,” he said. It was the seventh delay.
When I protested, he snapped, “Don’t you have any humanity, Ivy?” Then he hung up.
As tears fell, my wolf asked, “Do you still want to be marked today?”
I wiped my face and replied, “Yes.”
Then I called the alpha of the neighboring tribe.
