Sting of the Mark

195 — Sting

*POV=KAEL*

MINE.

I couldn’t breathe for a second as the word pounded in my head. My eyes widened, horrified by the way my body was reacting. Her presence—her scent—her everything was too much. The way my Lycan was clawing at the inside of me, screaming its claim over her, it was primal. Ferocious. And I couldn't escape it.

I felt my hands clench into fists as I struggled to restrain my