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Why did they let the prince of their kingdom get lost in a desolate place like our land and trapped in Roberto's hands? Did no one care about his disappearance? Or did they sell him to Roberto for some benefit?
Lifting my hands up, I allowed my magic to leak off my flesh, revealing my bond marks that were so damn vibrant. Their beauty was beyond words, and the fact that Mother Moon decided I deserved not one but two men that seemed to balance me entirely was something I could never gather enough words to express my gratitude for.
Drying myself with a towel, I noticed the folded clothes on the bed that was now made, and I already guessed who "sneakily" came in to help me out.
Slipping into black shorts and a pink crop top that read WOLF QUEEN on it, I ran my hands through my long locks while I admired the large mirror in the corner of the room. It took me a moment to admire my image, noticing the real difference in my physique.
Whether it was because I'd completed my first shift, or my magic had just given me a little upgrade, I looked stronger than usual. It was odd to describe as I looked into my reflection - my eyes of ocean blue now harboring a flicker of gold and pink.
It reminded me of a mix of pastel colors being painted upon a canvas, only the vivid colors were dancing within my irises. My hair was currently white again, the sight making me frown before I ran my hands through it to trigger my magic to cloak the strands in bubble-gum pink.
Surely the sign of my white locks only confirmed I was off my med schedule, and it prompted me to finish checking myself out so I could get to taking something.
My eyes paused on my upper left thigh, noticing the tattoo that was just a triangle when we'd seen it now carried a circle within the space and had some sort of design around it.
Paying attention to my subconscious, I noticed my wolf was sitting quietly near the surface, not having moved since she’d inched closer to give me comfort. I guessed it would take me a while to get used to her company, and by sitting nearer to the barrier that kept her within my mind, I'd have no choice but to acknowledge her until it was a habit.
Do you know why these tattoos are showing up?
Her gaze seemed to take a moment to look through my eyes and stare at the specific tattoos on my flesh.
"Magic incantations. They have a tribal vibe to them, but the symbols aren't ones of a typical culture. It's definitely related to witchcraft. I'm unable to decipher more than that."
Your explanation was at least more than enough to appease my current worry.
“They will not harm you."She was pretty sure about that."Looks like it carries its own magic. You also have one on your rib."
Huh?
Rotating my body over to the left while keeping my stance, I noticed the very striking symbol of swirling lines that gave off a certain magic vibe to it. My attention on it began to make it glow with a purplish pink glow, which further piqued my curiosity.
"I feel that's not normal," I whispered to myself, knowing my wolf would hear me.
"I suggest you hide that one if you can."
Why?
If she was telling me to hide it for now, then there had to be some sort of connection to something troublesome.
"To be honest, I can't recall. I'll need time to adjust to the vast knowledge within the depths of my mind. I've yet to filter through years if not generations of information. As a royal wolf, our awakening is supposed to bless us with various levels of knowledge, strength, and magical power. However, due to our upbringing, we weren't properly prepared as others in past generations were. This will be a learning curve, but it is not worrisome enough to bring it forward on our list of priorities."
Do you think I should visit Roberto?
"I would, in regards to our royal background, but again, the symbol should remain hidden until things are rather calm in our lifestyle."
Define calm.
"When you're kicking ass in the ring at night and running an empire during the day without being assassinated, calm."
"Valid point," I muttered and took one last look at the symbol before closing my eyes. Allowing my magic to rush through my body, I opened my eyes to see the mark was hidden by my magic.
I wasn't too ecstatic about keeping this a secret, but I'd get to it when the time was right. This was out of my scope of knowledge, and no way would I be caught like a fool for being ignorant.
Walking over to the nightstand, I picked up the black note first, knowing well it was from Onyx. The writing was in silver ink with a hint of sparkle, making me smile at the idea that my Bulky Jealous Fucker actually got a silver gel pen to write this.
Sweet Sugar,
We're downstairs waiting for you to rise from your slumber. I'd scold you for sleeping for eons, but seeing as you appeased me while half asleep, I'll let you off the hook. Drink some water and read the other note about your new meds. I'm sure you've already found the casual loungewear I set aside for you.
