Alpha Deucalion P.O.V

　　My fingers traced the marks on both hands. They weren't healing. I had managed to stop it from bleeding but the wounds weren't closing as they would during the healing process.

　　They stung as I touched them. These were bites I obtained from my fated mate, Rain.

　　"They still aren't healing?" I heard Madison.

　　I immediately pulled down the long sleeves of my shirt hiding them.

　　Madison approached me and sat ...