Xander's POV
Every instinct in Xander's body was firing at once and none of them made sense. His wolf was whimpering like a kicked dog. His hands were shaking. He had marked hundreds of women over the years and it was always the same. Bite, bond, move on. Simple. Clean.
This was nothing like that. The woman sitting on his desk was glowing like something out of a fairy tale his mother used to tell him before she died. The silver mark on Natalie's neck pulsed with light that made his vision blur if he looked at it too long. He forced himself to his feet, boots crunching on broken glass.
Natalie was staring at her hands. Blue frost was spreading across her fingertips in delicate, branching patterns.
"Xander." Her voice cracked.
"What is happening to me?"
He opened his mouth but nothin
