#Chapter 223 The Mark

I drove up to the mansion at around 7 p.m. I knew what I had to do—for Andrew, for myself, for werewolf kind—but my heart still ached at the very thought. I just wanted to get it over with quickly. I rushed up the steps to the mansion’s entrance and knocked on the door. My heart leapt as the door opened, partially expecting Andrew to answer, only for Parker’s face to appear. His eyes widened when he saw me. “Ms. Blanchard, it is a pleasure to see you,” he said as he opened the door wide, motioning me inside. “His Highness is in the dining room, finishing dinner. He will be so happy that you’ve come.” My eyes stung with unshed tears, but I forced them back. “I’m excited to see him as well,” I said. We walked down the empty twisting halls. As we reached the dining room, Parker bowed to the guards standing in front of the double doors. The guards’ eyes widened when they saw me, just as Parker’s had, but they nodded to Parker all the same. Each of the guards grabbed one of the handle