“Well?” “It’s an old tradition,” Jack said. “When two wolf shifters are mated, they mark each other, on the shoulder, with their teeth.” “You mean a bite-mark.” Something clicked instantly in Mandy’s mind. “Like Clarissa’s…” Jack nodded. “The others have them too. Except for Violet.” Emotions flared inside Mandy – surprise, even a hint of jealousy. If mates were supposed to have the marks, why didn’t they? “Why don’t we have them?” “I didn’t want to hurt you.” “That’s it?” “I reckon so.” “Jack…” So many protests were whirling through her mind – where should she even begin? “We’re the alpha pair of the pack. If mated couples are supposed to have the marks, we should have them. Besides, I don’t want others thinking we’re not real mates.” “The girls come from Alaska, where there are a lot of shifters; there’s more pressure to conform to tradition out there. Here, it’s just us.” “It’s not just us anymore.
