"That mark... on your wrist, what is it?" Penelope asked curiously, pointing at Nina’s wrist.

"Oh, this. It's the mark of the pack. It symbolizes the pack and binds us all together. Basically, anyone who is a member of the pack has this imprinted on his or her wrist. " She giggled, then continued stroking my hair.

Just as she had thought, every member of the pack had it, further firming her decision that she did not belong here.

She shook from her thoughts. "Where is Astride?" She couldn't help but wonder if he was still glued to that spawn of satan's side as always, or maybe he was busy...