THE MARKING

HAZEL

I look at myself in the mirror and hold my breath. I have changed so much since left my parents' home and moved in with Ramon. My mom and I hardly ever talk anymore, and when we do the conversation is kept short and sweet. Trevor and I never speak unless I call him first. I guess that's what happens when you get older. Everyone seems to forget about you.

Quietly, I study myself. My hair has grown a few inches since I moved in with Ramon, and I think I may have even grown a few inches taller too. I know that I've gained a few more pounds since as well but there's nothing wrong with that.

My fingers scrape over the crook of my neck where my mark is supposed to be. The bareness of my neck makes me feel so many types of ways. Most of all, worthless. Ramon had spilled his heart out to me a few days ago, but without his mark on me, I don't feel like we're complete. My wolf aches for him to claim her like he has claimed me. A mark is to show that I belong to him, to his followers. With