Daphne
It was always nice to come home, to be surrounded by the familiar scenes, scents and sounds of family, but still, as I lay in my childhood bed, in my very purple bedroom, I found it hard to relax, and impossible to fall asleep.
All I could think of was Nate, that last glimpse of him standing on the steps, the security light streaming down on him like a halo. It had felt so wrong to walk away and leave him behind. My wolf wouldn’t stop whining, and the pain… the pain was real.
But how could that be? Even if there really was a mate bond between us, it wasn’t like I had marked him. It wasn’t like he could mark me with his human teeth. Oh, he could bite, and leave a scar, but he didn’t have the venom in his saliva that would truly bind us together into a being that was both spiritual
