In his arms, she looked small and fragile against his imposing frame. Duncan’s brow furrowed at the words he had muttered.
What was she? Could she be...
No, he would know. He knew the symptoms, the pull, the intoxication. His heart wasn’t drawn to her; it was his Lycan. Lusting, wanting to devour her whole. Instead of purring and protecting her, it was raging to take her.
There should be an answer. He always had an answer, but...
Duncan’s eyes squinted as her head tilted slightly to the side. At first, he thought he was mistaken, that perhaps it was due to the dim light and shadows. But as he stared closer, it became clear.
A mark.
By the moon, could he be mistaken?
Duncan’s mind froze as shock hit him like a tidal wave. The tattoo that ran across her neck let out a silvery glow for
