Speech•ess
/ˈspēCHləs/
•Adjective•
"Unable to speak, especially as the temporary result of shock or some strong emotion."
"I won't be silenced,
You can't keep me quiet.
Won't tremble when you try it.
All I know is I won't go speechless, speechless...
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"WHAT DO ALL THE MARKING REPRESENT?" Azalea asked as she lightly traced one of the markings on Wyatt's left arm. It was black and in the shape of a star while right next to it was three purple arrows. "I've noticed all the wolves have them."
From his place next to her on the wooden bench they sat on, he placed his bowl of stew aside staring at the female in front of him tracing his markings in wonder. "They represent my loyalty, my pack, and my rank depending on which ones your referring too."
"The black star?"
"The pack's symbol."
"The purple arrows?"
"My loyalty."
"The stripes?"
"My rank."
Azalea fixed her gaze on all his markings in awe tracing them lightly. She found them beautiful and amazing. Wyatt observed her enjoying the feeling of her skin on his. "Is there a mark for soulmates..?" She mumbled.
Blinking, the male werewolf looked at her surprised by her question. "Soulmates?"
"Yeah," She shrugged letting go of his arm and turning forward. Since they sat at the top of the den, she could see Seabrook miles away in all it's glory as the town citizens slept. "You know, the one that your soul is connected too. Your other half. I know werewolves have mates... I'm not dumb."
