Darling

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"So what do we do now? Where do we go from here?" I ask Jax.

The morning light has now lit up the dark room entirely. He tells me it's around 7 in the morning. That means that we had been awake for over 24 hours.

He scratches his subtle hair on his chin and looks at me with troubled eyes.

"He's going to come back, kid, and when he does, I'm not going to be here. He can't know that I was here."

His words sent a shiver down my spine. I don't know if I was ready to face him, let alone do it without Jax.

"Why?" I ask rising to my feet.

My eyes were puffy, but the bleeding from my wound had long subsided.

He takes a deep breath and turns to look out the window.

"Fallon did more than just bite you, Atarah. He marked you," he said sternly.

"Marked me?"

What the hell does that mean?

"In our society, we are driven by animal instincts," he began.

"We live with this curse in order to find our blessing, our mate. Mates are your soulmates, the one you are destined to be with-"

"Fallon called me his mate. Does that mean I'm..."

I couldn't finish that sentence. The thought of being made for him tore me apart even more.

"Fallon is not your true mate," he says quickly.

I found myself releasing a long breath that I didn't even know I was holding in.

"But Fallon claimed you as his. That is what marking does.

"When an unmated wolf marks you, it tells other unmated wolves that you belong to him and that no one else can have you. But since Fallon isn't your true mate, the mark isn't permanent.

"Only your true mate can undo that mark."

My head was spinning with all of this strange information. I felt like I was going to pass out from everything.

But I knew I needed to stay focused.

Fallon was going to come back, and I needed a plan.

I took a deep breath and tried to get my priorities straight.

"So what am I going to do when he comes back?"

"I want to try something, and you're going to think I'm insane, but trust me." A small grin spread across his face and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I don't think anything you say or do will surprise me at this point," I say as a matter-of-fact, and I honestly believed it.

I mean, I'm standing in a room of a pack house talking to a werewolf about soulmates.

What could possibly be more insane than that?

"We wolves have a way of telepathically communicating with one another. We call it mind-linking."

My jaw dropped.

They can talk to people without speaking?! What the hell?

"I stand corrected," I say breathlessly. Jax's smile only grows in my disbelief.

"I want you to close your eyes and picture me in your mind. Think about my appearance, the sound of my voice, the connection we have."

I did as I was told.

I pictured his sandy blonde hair and his sweet smile. I thought about the sound of his voice and the way he made me feel safe whenever I was around him. I thought about how I couldn't possibly get through any of this without him and how I never wanted to lose him.

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