Back in the North Wing..... Christine blinked, refusing to believe it.

But there it was, inked onto Myra's neck like a cursed tattoo. The Alpha's mark. Arthur's mark.

"No. No. No." Her voice dropped to a whisper.

Myra covered her neck with her hands. "It's not what it looks like." She tried to salvage the situation. To keep Christine from killing her.

What do I do? Myra panicked internally. Surely Christine wouldn't spare her life now.

"This can't be true. It must be a joke." Christine ...