Winter Craving
“He was in the general store slash Laundromat slash coffee shop in the very small town of Canyon Creek, Montana. His log cabin, which he called home, was located inside the one hundred acres of land his family owned and was a touch wilder with a forest and mountain part of its landscape.
He hiked himself up to sit on the counter he’d been leaning against. Cyrus lifted his hand and absentmindedly touched where the mating brand had appeared the day before on the left side of his neck where it met his shoulder. Every male wolf shifter, once they hit the age of thirty, became marked. Being the second oldest of a litter of six boys, he’d known his turn hadn’t been long in coming. Especially since his older brother, Kiel, had already gone through it.
The mate brand had appeared on his skin without any warning. For now, the mark was in black.
It had intricate Celtic-styled knot work in a circular design that surrounded a pair of wolves who stood and faced each other with their heads thrown ba...ck on a howl.MoreLess
He hiked himself up to sit on the counter he’d been leaning against. Cyrus lifted his hand and absentmindedly touched where the mating brand had appeared the day before on the left side of his neck where it met his shoulder. Every male wolf shifter, once they hit the age of thirty, became marked. Being the second oldest of a litter of six boys, he’d known his turn hadn’t been long in coming. Especially since his older brother, Kiel, had already gone through it.
The mate brand had appeared on his skin without any warning. For now, the mark was in black.
It had intricate Celtic-styled knot work in a circular design that surrounded a pair of wolves who stood and faced each other with their heads thrown ba...ck on a howl.MoreLess
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