Marking
My feet quickly picked up the pace as the scent became more and more clear. But my memory was failing to serve me with the information of whom it belonged to. My mind kept reminding me of a girl but who was still a mystery. I stopped where the scent suddenly disappeared and looked around to see no one there.
"You are finally here," I heard a man's voice from behind me and I turned with an alert to who it was.
The man had a scar running across his eyes and there were other scars over his body. He had toned muscles and some sort of branding on his shoulder. By the look of it, he seemed nothing more than an average omega with too many battle scars.
"Who are you?" I did not want to directly ask whether my mother or someone sent him from the castle with wrong intentions. The scent of that girl was familiar, but this man had an unfamiliar scent and it was not hard to tell his werewolf was in heat.