Chapter Sixty-Eight

Graeven held Kaelith to his chest as he waited for her to recover. He glanced at the clock beside him and sighed. The sun would be rising any moment. He glided his hand down her arm for the hundredth time. Her skin had cooled considerably which was good. He knew from sex-ed class that a male lycan’s mark could cause the female to fall into a deep sleep while her body incorporated his venom into he