Azalia
She was lying there on the ground out in the pack's woods just looking at Bodhi. Both their wolves had sated themselves more than once, and completed the full marking and mating to go between them.
She’d been shifted back first and then Dutch had relinquished control back to his human. She was watching him look at her all her scars. He’d not seen them prior to claiming her and was now she knew, just getting his first look at them.
That almost seemingly permanent smile on his face was gone as he looked over her, though she could tell he wasn’t about to reject her, could actually feel the concern and what she thought was pain, that he felt at seeing them, through their bond. He reached out and touched a few of the bit marks on her neck, “Vampires.” He murmured softly.
“Hmm, a lot
