marked. He’d marked someone. Why had he done that?! He was specifically told NOT to do that.

but he couldn’t help himself… this person, this beautiful, kind, sweet individual gave him the time of day… he couldn’t help but be drawn to their warmth like a moth to their flame..

but they didn’t know. They had no idea they were marked. How could he tell them…

“Aaron? Do you know why the other wolves are acting weird?”

— “oh- oh uh- you- smell. That’s it. You smell bad.”