Titus
Fates. I can’t believe I just tried to mark Sunny.
A human.
That doesn’t happen. That shouldn’t happen. Something’s seriously off with my wolf if he’s picking a human to try to mate with. After all these years, after him never choosing to mark Barbara, the mate I chose.
It’s insanity.
The worst of it is Sunny somehow knew. I don’t know what she sensed, but she screamed right when I was about to sink my serum-coated teeth into her flesh to forever mark her with my scent.
A bite that could be fatal on a human.
Fuck.
And now she’s scared.
And possibly hurt.
“You’re not strange,” I lie. My rational mind tells me not to get within ten feet of her, but the scent of confusion and pain fills the room, and there’s no way I can heed my own warning system.
She touches the goose egg o
