Viola's hand, which had been swinging idly in the air as she admired her nails, slowly came down and her stomach turned over. She had a bad feeling about where this conversation was heading. She sat up on the bed.
"Just as I told you yesterday, I cannot mark you, but we will still go through the marking ceremony, as that is the only way you can be crowned my Luna. Without my mark, you cannot be qualified as a Luna, for only a she-wolf who bears my mark can be crowned."
"So does that mean... I can no longer be your Luna?" She asked, her fingers tightening around her phone as her throat went dry. So this was it?
"No, you will still be my Luna," Sebastian said quietly and firmly. "But I will only give you a temporary mark that will fade within hours. Not the real one."
