The door slammed shut behind Lana.
Clark stood motionless in the hallway, staring at it.
For a few seconds, he didn't move.
He could still smell her.
Her scent lingered everywhere—in his room, on his clothes, against his skin. It was stronger than it had ever been before. The connection beneath his skin seemed to pulse with every beat of his heart, reminding him that something between them had permanently changed.
He touched his chest imagining that be could feel the invisible string that flowed out to train after Lana.
A slow smile tugged at his lips.
She was his mate.
His wolf had known it long before he did and soon Lana would start feeling the pull. Even if she couldn't name the feeling.
Now she carried his mark.
Clark knew he should feel guilty for doing it without explaini
