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