My mark

The path in front of me had blurred but I knew where I needed to go, I knew what I needed to do. It would hurt him, it would hurt me but I didn’t want him to be here for this. I never wanted him to see this. I closed my eyes to block Ethan out. I didn’t want to look at him, I didn’t want him to see my reaction to Shane, his hands on me, and I didn’t want him to see that I liked it. Goddess, I liked it.

“What’s punishable by death, is killing warriors guarding their pack. Why are you here? I’m not doing anything she doesn’t want. Just look at her, can you tell me who she belongs to?” Shane asked.

“She bears my mark. She’s mine,” Ethan spat as he fought to keep his head up.

“Mm… let’s ask her, why don’t we? Ady, who do you belong to?” Shane asked.