[MIKHAIL]
"Your turn," Mikhail said proudly as he stared at the moon mark that had formed and healed on Agust's wrist.
The mad king stared at it.
The beauty of being part of something makes his heart swell in excitement.
He wanted to do more.
To mark Mikhail.
But as he looked at his Erasthai bright face and felt the sting of his brother's eyes in the distance, Agust found himself wondering about a lot of things.
The marking had been undisputed by Valentin.
He had been there at the forefront, and he hadn't even tried to argue that the marking was insane. His brother had let them get to this point without causing any chaos, and Agust knew that this was a test.
To see what he could stake.
By marking Mikhail, he would be accepting the bond in Kiyoto.
He would be agreeing to the bond between Mikhail and his people. And worse, he would be making his brother know that he had a lot more than Lycans to worry about. And that was too dangerous.
Too crazy.
