Fangs shooting back down through his gums, Baden’s eye latched onto Gemma’s delicate neck like it was a succulent meal. The milky skin that had been devoid of sunlight was covered with a bandage where his mark used to appear. Licking his lips, Baden fought for control. What he would not give to re-join the bond, to sink his fangs deep inside her flesh branding her as his own. Regrowing that much skin was a lengthy task for wolves at full strength, let along someone who was pregnant and struggling back from a vulnerable state. Watching people stare at her during the funeral had him on edge, males setting their eyes upon her incurring his anger.
To feel connected to Gemma once more, to feel her emotions, her thoughts, to be connected to something greater than himself. The second he had felt
