Frankie
“I want you to mark me, Francine Abernathy,” Clayton says, and my wolf goes nuts.
‘MARK HIM! MARK HIM!’ Hazel shouts in my head.
For a moment, I have trouble concentrating on Clayton because I have a crazy wolf in my head. I do my best to calm her down. I shake my head and look up at him.
“So, when your eyes glaze over like that, you are conversing with someone in your pack?” Clayton tilts his head quizzically.
“Y-yes,” I reply. “Well, also when I am talking to my wolf. She went crazy when you said you want me to mark you,” I explain to him.
‘MARK HIM!’ Hazel shouts with her tail wagging.
‘Stop that,’ I snarl at her. “She really wants me to mark you.”
Clayton smirks. “So, she really likes me.”
“Are you kidding me?” I laugh. “She f*****g loves you.”
He dips his nose close
