“I do not want to hurt you. But you are forcing my hand.” James continues to shout angrily at Maria, who still doesn’t move an inch.
It is as if she is frozen in place. When I take a deep closer look at her.
It gets to me. It’s not her doing. Her wolf has taken over. I remember the first time Fenrir met Keirah. I have experienced firsthand what Maria must be going through.
The feeling I cannot explain how it feels after the wolf in Werewolves meets their mate for the first time. It’s not her mind working now.
She won’t be able to move even if she wants to. She must do the impossible to fight her wolf. If not, her wolf won’t let James stay an inch away from her.
“Do you need a bullet penetrating your skull to make you understand what I am saying to you?” Maria nods, smiling broadly.
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