Chapter 30 The Shift

• As a mated pair, it was only natural that Alex and I now wore our marks on our necks… and yet, it made me feel proud and slightly self-conscious each time someone stared at my neck. I was fairly sure he only felt pride contrarily to me. Indeed, since he had played the waiting game, it was understandable how he wasn't feeling any of my self-consciousness. Besides, marks were so common in the werewolf community that I was a bit of an odd one, according to mom that was.
• Admittedly, I had much more pressing issues to worry about. Tonight was the full moon, and my talkative wolf was more than ready for our first shift.
• The closer we were getting to the fateful hour, the more restless she was becoming. By the time the light went out and night set in, I was more worried than excited if I were to be honest.