An invitation.
I leaned in, my fangs brushing her skin. A shiver ran through her.
Mine.
I sank my teeth into her soft skin and bit her neck. My brothers pushed me aside like hungry hyenas and bit Braila. Gifford didn’t reject Braila. We held him back from marking her when my brothers controlled my wolf's instinct to stop Gifford. Gifford lied to Braila about rejecting her. He couldn’t stop himself from marking her. We were the ones who stopped him. I guess that got him infuriated and ashamed. Often, I don’t get how Gifford thinks.
I know he has some sort of feelings for Braila. I could tell by how they look at each other. Braila tries to hide it. Gifford acts like he doesn’t care. I don’t know. But three years ago, when Slade fought Gifford, the atmosphere between Gifford and Braila ch
