“Ariel,” Jesse says, tightening the hand on my shoulder as he grins at me. “This isn’t going to wash off like my scent markings in the Academy did. Jackson’s…in your pores now. For a couple of days, every Luna you meet is going to be begging to see your new mark, and every Alpha is going to be giving you some distance, lest Jacks bites his head off.”
Luca just stands, tense, against the bed, his mouth pressed shut and his throat working like he’s fighting strong nausea. But I can’t pay attention now, turning to Jesse, desperate for more information. But Rafe interrupts.
“And dad,” Rafe says, his grin deepening, “is going to flip.”
“What!?” I shriek, totally freaked out now, looking between them and then over at Jacks. “But I! We didn’t! I don’t have his mark! We just…”
I groan, and dr
