"Who are you?" Emma asked.
Brandon kept quiet and left her question unanswered. Tears clouded her eyes immediately. She desperately needed an answer and knew to get it from him, she had to color her words in a neutral shade. She walked towards him, knelt at his back, and leaned on his shoulder.
"Brandon, I'm sorry; please, talk to me," she whispered.
"I introduced myself to you on social media, and you called me a scammer and blocked me! I followed you everywhere to tell you who I am, but you kept embarrassing and humiliating me," he snapped.
Emma blinked, confused for a heartbeat.
"Your mark… it's gone."
Oliver's golden eyes twinkled.
"All part of turning eighteen."
Emma nodded slowly, her mind racing. She knew wolves' marks and powers evolved at that age, yet seeing him without it made her heart skip. He was the same… and yet completely different.
"I'm sorry," Emma murmured.
"It's fine," Brandon said.
