Alari's pov
I was woken up by loud cheers, groaning as my body felt heavy.
I felt different, I'd woken up feeling broken and empty but now, I was… happy?
I sat up, wincing a little at the sting in my neck. Bringing my hand up to sooth the pain, I felt slight bruising over what felt like a tattoo.
A wave of heat swept through me at the memory of Damien sinking his teeth deep into my neck, marking me his own.
I looked around the room and realised I was alone and I was only sad for a few seconds before the cheering outside reminded me of the reason Damien was here in the first place.
“Roman said they left because they had to and that they would be back soon” my wolf said, sounding so clear and strong.
I suddenly realised something, something that had never bothered me before… I do
