Hunter
It was a marking potion. I was a fool not to see it. Our blood should have been a good indicator. Damn it. This was never how I wanted things to go. But as Hugo so reminded me, what else was I going to do? Our mate was dying. So what if it didn't happen how we wanted it to, with a full understanding of what was happening? Plus, it was only temporary. I resisted the urge to tell Dahlia, to explain to her what was happening out of fear of her rejecting our feeble bond. Or speaking of it, and having Seraphina come and gut Dahlia where she stands.
Unhinged desire coursed through me; it was almost as if we had truly marked each other - how I imagined it would feel among my own species anyhow. The need to bend her over and claim her as mine was overwhelming. A lust-filled haze began ta
