Catherine
I couldn’t believe Ellis had just marked me without my permission. Not that my wolf minded, she seemed to think it was the only right and natural thing to do. Ellis had used instinct as his excuse.
Was it instinct that had driven me to mark him back? I dare say it had something to do with it, but the real driving motivation was something much darker, something I wasn’t even sure I wanted to examine too closely.
I paced back and forth in my room, stopping at the mirror to look at my neck. Thank god, it was neat and clean, not like that butcher job he’d done on Cessy. Of course, the bottom arch of the bite mark was incomplete, due to the fact that he was now missing several teeth. I recoiled and revelled at the same time.
How could something feel so right, and so wrong, all at
