Marked, Not Mated

Holding her small hand enveloped in his massive grip, Rhydian forced a hesitant, exhausted Gwendolyn down the narrow wooden stairs. Her muscles still twitched from the intense encounter in his bed, her bare feet dragging against the steps. The descent led them straight into the packed, smoke-filled shifter bar. The heavy scent of stale beer, sweat, cheap tobacco, and aggressive pheromones hit Gwen