The Werewolf Mark
ave the amount of insight I do into the traditions of the wolves. Mates are kno
im, the man careful with his footing. If he weren't a wolf, I'd appreciate
taking you to the nearest hospital to get your lungs all fixed up, and afterward I'll
many qu
need to keep tabs on the direction and distance he's walking. A gla
your nam
at the wolf who saved me from the c
uses to help me readjust into a more comfortable position. He's incredibl
d I work to keep my breathing shallow so my rib
shouldn't be talking right now. Rest, and let me see to you. W
my head fall ag
hest rumbles underneath me, the wolf that lives inside him trying to communicate. We've seen similar things happen to the
e his softer one
carries me through the woods. The wolves travel primarily on foot, or paw, an
large SUV parked in the middle of the road. Humans leave in such a hurry whenever the wolves start to expand
y untouched, but the driv
can start to enforce that the humans ta
r with a pained grunt as Ethan lays me in the back. He sets me sideways across them, a
large body into the small space, but he voices no complaint as
ow you drive
ace. I didn't realize how badly the strands were sticking
y shoulder and thigh against the seat so
etting the cement crumble and nature grow overtop of it. In another
ing too hard to see what direction we're going in. I can tell Ethan walked me into his lands be
out along my back at the thought, and I shut my eyes and turn to face the seat to hide any
," Ethan mutters, thankfu
doing to do, even if my body is
Char
"Charlotte," He repeats, the word flowing smoothly off his tongue. "We'll be there
p at him through
h care regarding nudity, the need for privacy lost during my years within the facility. They had people guarding me
thankful for his care to keep me modest. Most human women c
g over his face as he nods proudly to himself. My breath hitches at t
to draw us together, bu
Romance
Romance
Romance
Werewolf
Romance
Romance