I pulled down the collar of my shirt and examined the marking Onyx had given me. It was still there, as bright as a day. But I had no idea which way I was supposed to look at it—was she really in love with me, or was it because she was a turned and mate bonds between them never got rejected? Well, unless one of the mates was seen unfit or was a weak warrior. And none of us was that. No matter how I looked at it, Onyx was a strong woman.

Sighing, I got out of the bathroom and messaged my brother. He hadn't stopped calling and worrying...