Twenty-Eight: Marked By My Alpha.

ELIANA.

It was a dark, cloudy night with the winds growing more forceful with each moment that passed. I stood there with my eyes settling on the bonfire. The flames roared hungrily towards the inky skies. The skies that held the roundest moon I'd seen. The fullest.

Only a few of the Black Mountain Pack had gathered in the woods that night with Beta Cory and his wife, Thelma up front. I was only a few meters away from them when Denver walked up to me.

"Are you ready?" He softly asked, slipping his fingers behind my ears and drawing my eyes to look up at him. My heart throbbed with a little anxiety and the cold impaled the skin across my face. I was flustered but once his hands touched me, blood began to flow again.

"Are you sure you can do this?" I sensed this was the last time Denver was going to ask me that question—the last time I could possibly back down but I shook my head. "I can try" We were too far gone for me to give up now. Denver and I were mates.

And we could go our whole