Silas grabbed Levi's hand, his grip tight with panic. When Levi didn't immediately follow his pull, Silas's desperation intensified. His fingers released Levi's hand and shot up to grasp his brother's collar, yanking it aside to expose Levi's neck.
The crowd gasped at the aggressive action, phones capturing every second.
Silas stared at Levi's unmarked neck, his eyes scanning frantically for the sign of a mate bite. His breathing was rapid, shallow. Then his shoulders sagged with visible relief, a soft sigh escaping his lips.
No mark. They are not mated. He's lying. The absence of one on Levi's neck meant that even Noah was lying, and were both performing an act. But why?.
"Levi, you can stop this drama now". He paused, as if trying to convince himself
"There's no bite mark".
But when Silas's gaze lifted from Levi's neck to his brother's eyes, his breath caught in his throat.
