Chapter 34 (Third Part)

Once immersed in music and the art of reproducing the design with a violet marker over his scar, Leroy enjoyed himself, letting time pass without concern for his pack, his daughter, or even his other half.

“Now things are getting complicated,” he thought as he turned back to his brushes. “I need the finest one.” He remembered, selecting a single fine-tipped brush.

Focused on his work, Leroy faced the mirror, meticulously following the inked plan to shade the dark substance onto his skin. As he completed each corner of his design, the material dried and adhered seamlessly.

“Better be careful; if I mess up, I’ll have less than ten seconds to erase it,” he repeated to himself as he dipped the brush back into the pot.

He swayed his head slightly to the rhythm of the American rap music playing through his headphones while simultaneously applying the henna over his design.