Anseres - Manan FF

Subtle winds brushed my hair breading in those hollow forests. Stomping on wild grass took me nowhere but darkness. I caressed those long sandalwood barks which my mom used to love. These little orchids growing just a foot away killed the sanity in me filling with those treasure hunts of love. I was nine when my mom used to bury my special toys near orchids letting me play the little treasure hunt a small one could do. These woods are amazing, lavenders and blues everywhere but with eerie of tall trees and depth of an alluring scent I always smell, though I assume it as my mom's but deep down I knew it wasn't hers.

I walked deep into forest to spare a place for my inhuman changes which are screaming to be taken care of. I stripped down my clothes and carefully secured them under a tree. I stood in the primitive morning hue all ready to get along. I closed my eyes letting it go, wind thickened around me as the warm hair crawled on my body, breaking each bone with a crawl. I screamed loud transforming myself into a silver golden eyed wolf.

"Agrrr" a long low growl whispered in my ear and in a flip I shifted back. I laid nude on the ground and the very warm morning sun rays worshiped my body. Something wasn't right. My stomach knotted in directions, my heart has a short come of blood and my body...submissive.

It felt bad, it felt I need pay for someone's deed, it felt pain and it felt someone was leaving me.

"Nooo!" I cried. My collar bone burned peeling my skin off. I cupped it with my hands breathing heavily. It was my mark. It. Was. My. Mark. I slowly rubbed it to ease the pain. I crawled back and sat under a tree trunk covering myself with a jacket. I didn't care to put on clothes, this is my territory nobody would come. But all I had in my mind is about mark.

My mark.

I got this mark when I turned nineteen. It was midnight when it teared me, burned my skin and pained all night. I slept with that endearing pain hoping to see my mark tomorrow but all I saw is few curved lines and printed deep. It is said depth of mark defines about my mate's power. And he is quite powerful. It may take years to form a mark but it will fasten once we meet our mate.

I closed my eyes still cupping my neck. Suddenly a pair of hazel eyes stared right back in mine. I tried opening my eyes but I couldn't. I flipped my hands in air to erase it from my vision but it didn't let me. I opened my eyes with a gasp. Oh my god it felt so real. The burning sensation on my neck had disappeared but I realized one thing. He has hazel eyes...

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