-Lily-
Pain. Check. Lack of energy. Check. Lack of appetite, which might explain the low energy. Check. I felt more dead than alive as I made my final rounds in the old nursing home. I had finally been honest about my condition, and this was my last day.
I sighed as I looked over the large living room where residents and visitors could sit. My gaze landed on the green chair facing the window—the exact chair where Mary used to sit. Garrett’s mother. I recalled the last conversation I had with her.
“You smell like him.”
At the time, I had no idea she was a wolf, and when she spoke of the fact that he had marked me, I was utterly confused.
“You’re marked. He made you his.”
“I’m sorry, what do you mean by that, Mary?”
Of course, she didn’t provide a deeper explanation at the time, but I
