Kendell

“Mark me,” her wolf growled sweetly into my ears, sending my wolf and me into a frenzy.

I balled my fists above her head, trying to keep my emotions in check.

Moon goddess.

My mate was a beauty.

Just looking at her made me want to fill her with my pups.

“No!” she declared, her aggression returning, making my wolf and me more eager to claim her.

I leaned close to her, taking a whiff of the wonderful smell I had come to love now— flowers and honey.

It was a weird mix, but ...