Arianna
The walk back to the Alpha house felt much longer than it should have.
Not because the house was far away. It wasn’t.
It was because I was following Braxton while trying very hard not to think about the fresh mark on my neck.
Or the man still sitting inside a dungeon cell wearing the most ridiculously satisfied smile I’d ever seen.
I lifted my fingers to my neck.
Even through my hair I could feel it.
The skin was tender, warm beneath my fingertips. Every now and then a tiny pulse of energy spread through the mark and across my chest before disappearing again.
It was… comforting.
Which somehow made everything worse.
Braxton walked a few steps ahead of me with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, occasionally glancing over his shoulder as if making sure I hadn’t
