Tears once again began to pool in my eyes, not out of sadness but out of anger towards myself for thinking that for once he had chosen me. Closing my eyes, I did my best from allowing those tears to flow down my cheeks, while I bit down hard on my bottom lip trying to gain control.
Just like Chase, I was at war with my wolf, and even though she hadn’t fully shown herself yet, it was clear that she was stronger than I could have imagined. But one of us had to gain control of the situation, and I knew by the torment in Chase’s eyes it had to be me, because I wasn’t going to accept his mark if it truly wasn’t him that was willingly giving it.
As I began to try and recoil from the temptation, more heat rose in my core, making me bite down harder on my lip, trying to keep myself from scream
