Michael stepped over and laid his hand on Clint's shoulder. "Congrats on finding your mate, Magick, but you need to step back and let Clint have control. You're scaring her."
Clint's eyes, which had been almost solid black, slowly returned to their normal brown color. He quickly released Delilah and stepped back. "I-I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I-I was walking to the dining room, and smelled the best scent of cinnamon and apples. Magick started screaming 'mate' in my head, and I don't remember what happened after that."
"You came over here and grabbed me like a Neanderthal, that's what happened," Delilah snapped indignantly. "Not a good first impression, mister."
Clint looked embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. I lost control of my wolf for a minute. Can we start over?"
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