From the unbuttoned part of his shirt, she could see the zig zag lines on his chest, up to his neck. For a spilt second, she wondered if it had taken over his whole body.
"And the wolf is not your mate. His mark is already gone! Vanished." He said with emphasis but it had come across as a threat with his physical look at the moment and Zezi found herself, despite knowing that he wouldn't hurt her, taking a step back while her claws replaced her fingernails.
"What more hold does he have on you? What more ties do I have to break for us to be? Make me understand why the unworthy wolves must stand in our way. Why? Tell me."
"I love them!" Zezi snapped, overwhelmed by her tiredness and anger. She drove her fingers through her hair, holding a fistful, while she looked around the room, a pained smile plastered on her face. "Yes, I love that unworthy adopted pup and I love that wolf I married very much."