Rowe (Primal, #1)

by Dylan Page

Rowe gently stroked my hair, running his fingers from my crown down the long strands splayed out across the ground. He let me rest, like he knew this had been a shock to me and probably expected it, judging by how he held me down. He came around so he could look into my face, his handsome one coming close as he inspected my expression. When a small tear slipped out the corner of my eye, his brow furrowed, and he reached out, carefully wiping it away with his thumb. Upset, he tapped at my lips. I said nothing, nor did I move, and he tapped my lips again. What did he want me to say? I sighed heavily, still waiting for the stinging in my wrists to go away. His fingers nudged at the corner of my mouth, and I realized he wanted me to smile, so I did. The tiniest of smiles before I let it drop. Getting these tattoos had done more than just cause me physical pain. They were ones that the female I hated had. Haara had them, too, though Bhee did not. I noticed that the pattern of the circles matched Rowe’s, which he sported around his own wrists. All the males had them, and each design was slightly different for every person. I had a suspicion as to what they stood for, and if I was right, Rowe was never letting me go. He wasn’t trying to build up my strength so I could venture out into the woods and find help. He reached out, his finger lightly running along my cheek, and murmured, “Kayd jugra Rowe.”