Marked by the Lycan Prince

s'

o raw that I know I cannot be dreaming. My ey

to my head. There is a ringin

bringing my hands to my ea

arching for the source. But I slowly realize that nothing makes sense. No

erneath me is huge, the gleaming wood peaking up at me from the corners. My

ood. L

cold marble floor until I stop in front of a full-length mirro

g when the pain lances through me. Did Archer

vivid in my memories, playing all over from the beginning like s

reveal a much bigger room. There is too much space with elegant furniture pushed far up

ckets. I couldn't see the whole thing standing behind that door

in the sky to the earth, littered with a few men in some form of uniform. A man is standing by the window on

n, bathing him in its glo

en if he has his back turne

McAli

yone knows him. And they seem to be s

murmurs without tur

nds unconsciously going to my neck.

the light before he turns around slowly. My breath hitches as he looks

out a steam of breath and looks away. And then,

in Lycans

efore I can stop it, and Da

inst my mouth for a second. "I just reall

ttle wrinkle on his forehead that fills m

You're

't say

ear of Darian still lurking around. "

d that book with Daisy. The

g me with that l

ace." I wrap my hands around my fr

u're stand

ly this time. "You've

wards me. "Lycans don't h

front of me. The way he stares at me makes me want to run far away from him, yet s

n really did exist, what about this mark on my

ast time he has breath in his lungs," he growls, leaning in s

lly forcing me back to the same spot. I should fear him,

idn't do

n't mean to, but you were hurting yourself

ps tal

ping

know what you ar

my pulse. I laugh to shake the feeling off,

always d

ha

hings are pre

u are a Lycan and that this is all some spooky situation.

u a

. I need to see Ar..." I stop before t

e doesn't give a sig

xactly where you were, miles away from me, without ever marking you b