What is this feeling? Why did I feel the urge to mark her?
"We need to get out of here now," Helldog suggested.
"What do you mean?" I inquired, sitting up on the bed. She groaned in pain and shifted to the other side of the bed as inaudible cries escaped from her lips. My eyes became watery like I was in some kind of pain. I attempted to walk out of the room but found myself close to the floor, pressing my hand against it for support, and I felt a sore ache in my chest.
"Helldog, what is going on?!?" I yelled at my wolf. Instead of responding, he wailed in my head and went silent.
"Helldog! Answer me, you bastard!" I roared.
"…I don’t know Amon, but I feel some kind of attraction towards that slave girl." He answered.
"What are you saying? Why are you attracted to her? She isn’t our
