The birth mark of the twin wolves was something I would never be able to forget. Well, I had tried to over the years. To keep from being scolded each time I inquired about it when I was younger and to keep the guilt at bay when I was older. I was successful most times, but it always had a way of bringing itself to rememberance when I least expected it. At the most awkward times usually while other times it haunted me in the confines of my dreams.
Seeing it in the flesh, on my mate’s body, was more than bringing itself to rememberance. I had pictured a different end to my night with her. Being faced with that mark on her body was miles from it.
"Perhaps I should have been the one to go. I could have been more convincing." I kept pacing in the inner chambers of the royal gallery feeling as
