Page 125 of Wolf's Mark

This was getting more insane than before. I was overflowing with thoughts I couldn’t handle. “Well, I need to get to work determining scientifically what the fuck is making dead people return to life, Mother. Thank you for the talk.” I hung up on her. No, it wasn’t my finest hour, but my God, what kind of world had I been living in?

I jerked my bag into my hands, throwing open the door with as much force as possible. Daphne was already here, Marla likely on her way. It would be a full day of testing. Maybe I could ask Jax to bring the dead creature here to dissect. That would make it an even better day.

Before I walked inside, I dialed Jax’s number. He’d insisted I contact him if there was any weirdness.

Weirdness?

My entire life had just entered the twilight zone. What else weird could occur?

His voicemail popped on and I paced the sidewalk.

“Jax. This is your sweetie, your mate. Well, good news. My mother just confirmed I was born and bred for one thing. Becoming your mate. I guess my father is one of you. He was given a special honor in creating a hybrid. My scientific mind has to wonder why. Oh, yes. I guess so my identity could be a secret? Maybe your great council was told or had premonitions of the fact werewolves would try and destroy the world.” Now I was laughing.

But nothing about this was funny.

“So, I guess I have my answer although I don’t like it at all. I guess I’ll see you later.”

I ended the call and huffed. I’ll see you later? Right now, I was ready to move to another country.

As I stormed into the building, I resisted throwing a tantrum, but just barely.

Hearing metal music, I stopped short. No, Daphne wasn’t to blame for any of this, but she was a wolf. Right? She’d been holding back from me.

I headed to her office, remaining quiet at first as I stood in the doorway.

It didn’t take her long to lift her head, studying me as if I was one of the creatures.

“Doctor Willis.”

“Daphne,” I answered and walked further inside. “Let me ask you a question.”

She must have gathered the bitter, sarcastic nature of my tone and stood. “Of course. You can ask me anything.”

“Did you know I was a wolf?”

I wasn’t certain what to expect, but it wasn’t surprise. Not by a long shot.

“I suspected. I had a feeling.”

“A feeling,” I repeated. “Uh-huh. And you didn’t say anything?”

“It wasn’t my place. I’m glad you know.”

Now what was I supposed to say to that? “I’m not happy. Not happy at all.” I started to walk out of her office.

“But my uncle loves you.”

Love?

That caught me completely off guard. “Is there such a thing in your world?”

“My world isn’t so different from yours. You make him happy. He’s come alive. You are the soulmate he’s been waiting for. Is that so different than any human wishing to find the right one? He loves you. That’s all you should be thinking about. I think it’s very romantic the way he talks about you when you’re not around.”

A part of me wanted to be that girl who rushed to her, begging her for details, but the other wasn’t certain what to think any longer. “How do mates choose each other?”

Her big smile faded quickly. “How?”

“Yes, how? I mean, is it the pheromones that attract Wolfen from a distance? Like a mile away? Five? Ten? Does the male typically hunt the family, stalking her after finding her? Is this some game where the entire pack gets involved? What?”

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