Clara could feel Ethan's fangs breaking her skin. The wound was made with intentions to mark her even if it was violently. It was painful yet exhilarating and the she-wolf let out a low moan clinging to the male's neck.

-Softly- she asked in a whisper, -Softly, I'm not leaving. It's me, your Clara. I am here. I won't leave you again. He repeated with a breath.

Ethan's mouth remained still on his neck. The fangs did not touch any major vein despite the wound being so deep, yet the blood spilled