in private? You haven't marked me, Draven . There is no bite on my neck. No bond in our minds. Until you put your mark on me, do not presume to dictate who I can hug." His gaze dropped to the bare curve of my neck. For a second, the rage in his eyes faltered, replaced by a hunger so raw it made my breath hitch. His nostrils flared, inhaling deeply, and I knew he was trying to find my scent beneath Andrew's. But then the light turned green, and the moment shattered. He faced forward, jaw clenched tight enough to snap steel, and floored the gas. We didn't speak for the rest of the drive. The Shadowclaw Pack's annual Unity Gala was in full swing by the time we arrived. The grand ballroom was a sea of silk dresses and tuxedos, the air vibrating with the chatter of the elite.Draven abandoned me
