"I've never understood why humans mark their skin like that," I mutter, and Drake scoffs, shaking his head. I know Drake has tattoos, but personally, I don't like them.
"Not much different from your pack branding," Drake mutters, turning her hand over.
"But I believe hers are to cover up this," he says, and I peer down to see what he is referring to. Three thick scars run from her wrist to her elbow, and I swallow.
"She's tried to kill herself?" I question worriedly.
"Or maybe whoever did that to her," he murmurs, pointing to her stomach. He tugs the blanket up, but now I have even more questions.
"I'm starting to wonder if there is a reason we can't find any information on her; I believe she is hiding from someone," Drake states, and I have to agree.
"Come on. I want to get home to
