#Chapter 52: Mating Mark

Third Person

Ulric arrived back at the packhouse by sundown, his feet sore from running halfway across the filthy human city all day. But he felt little relief as he saw the peaked roof and sprawling gardens come into view, because it meant that his day as a servant was long from over.

And of course, there she was—the woman with long dark hair and large, nearly black eyes—standing on the front ste