Chapter 46

I scanned my neck in front of the mirror, seeing the mark had already faded from my skin as it healed at its own pace. I was still angered by the fact that Alpha forcefully had marked me— then again, it was also my fault that I didn't believe him. Frowning, I leisurely traced it, wondering what a mark may signify. The scriptures in the East hadn't touched on the topic. Other than that, they were also written in complex language that required time to learn and adapt. Thus, another werewolf is my only source.

"I'm glad you're awake,"

Teresa entered the room with a tub of warm water in her hand. I couldn't help but immediately notice her short hair which she probably cut while I was lying in bed, asleep for the whole day.

"Your hair suits you..." I complimented. She quickly snapped her attention towards me and focused on my hair as well.

"Thanks. And I got the courage from you,"

I furrowed my brow. "I didn't even shorten mine," I replied.

"Yes, but I