KADEN’S WOLF was monstrous.
He was even slightly bigger than Larkin’s Wolf. His coat was dark as midnight and his eyes were slit cold. He wasn’t the most gentle Wolf out there, having been trained and treated like a warrior almost all of his life. I knew he was going to be tough to handle which got me feeling like I had signed up for something I didn’t know I was going to have.
The beast stared at me, more like at his mark, and there was this sense of satisfaction that trailed out of him in shivers. He loved seeing his mark. Proud that he was able to ruin my scent gland, chop up my neck, and plant his wound there. The beast knew that it meant I was truly his now. That I belong to him.
And then I felt something.
I felt him needing more.
I grasped at his coat, desperate for something
