Drew smiled and said, “Each werewolf has a unique scent, the same as humans. Mates have a scent that only their partner can smell. To any other werewolf, you smell like Carissa Young. To me, you smell like coffee, juniper, and freshly fallen snow. I am the only one who smells it, and as soon as I did, my wolf yelled in my head that you were our mate. Since then, it has taken great restraint not to mark you and claim you as my mate.”
“Mark?” Carrie asked, her brow furrowing.
“It is part of the mating process,” Drew sighed. “When you are ready, we will consummate our relationship. I will elongate my canines and bite you, right here,” Drew explained as he touched the base of her neck at her shoulder, where his mark would be placed. “That seals our bond and makes it even stronger.”
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