Melina Brin
At first, I was too shocked to think clearly. I couldn't believe my eyes. How could Pyotr have a Soulmate Mark? Werewolves and witches weren't even meant to be together, let alone soulmates. Yet here we were, staring at one another with unspoken words in the air between us.
I looked into his amber eyes, searching for some sort of explanation. But instead, all I found was confusion mirrored in Pyotr's expression. He had no answers for me— only more questions that neither of us knew how to answer.
Finally, I tore my gaze away from his and lowered it to take in the mark on his wrist again. It was unmistakable— an embossed patch of skin that indicated we were bound together by something far beyond our control.
I refused to jump to conclusions. "Why are you showing me this?" I
