Lucy burst through the door of her bedroom. She was hot and bothered, and conflicted beyond belief. She had never felt like Xavier made her feel; it was overwhelming. Of course she knew what lust was, but she had never experienced it herself before. She was so aggravated. Xavier had just left her there, cold and alone. She didn’t know what was going on. One minute they were kissing and touching, the other he was gone, just like that. All she got was a glance at the wolf’s back, rushing full speed into the woods.
Now it all kind of felt like it was a dream. She would think so, if it weren’t for the two minute love marks on the base of her neck. Right where the shoulder connects, right where he would mark her some day. Marking was a custom of only wolves and vampires. It was weird,
