Scarlet had tried. Twice. The invitation had appeared bright and early, popping onto her counter the moment the clock had struck 8:01 A.M. and she’d officially hit thirty. Unmated and thirty. Fuuuccckkk. She glared at the pristine page, at the cream linen that boasted the handwritten words requesting her attendance at the coming Gathering. Request. Right. She glanced at her scorched sink, frowned and wondered if steel polish would remove the marks. That thought brought her back to the idea of burning the invite and she wondered if the local witch could help her out. Maybe… The shrill ring of her phone busted in on her illegal wonderings. If she were honest, which she didn’t want to be, she had already broken the law by attempting to burn the stupid paper. Having a Mark meant she had to adhere to the same rules that governed the furballs. So, no circumventing a wolfy summons. Even if she wasn’t a wolf. With a sigh, she abandoned her spot at the counter and snatched up the phone.
What do You think about Scarlet - Alpha Marked, Book I?
