Thirty five
DEARIL POV.
I found my mate.
The feel of her blood flowing down my throat was still a euphoric memory that made me feel as if I was floating on air, and I could still taste it, even as I stood amid the pack members, with her far gone away.
It felt as if the taste of her blood was the only thing that made my wolf stay still even though I felt as if my head was splitting into two from not having her close to me, or knowing where she was. I'd marked her, I should have been able to know exactly where she was especially if she had successfully transformed into a wolf.
The feeling of my fangs tearing into her artery was a memory etched deep into my brain and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake it off.
The buzzing in my ears blocked out whatever it was they were
