The words tore through my throat, rabid and hoarse.
Rowan still looked as though he was in a daze. His eyes were slightly fogged over, and he looked at me without much thought behind those golden eyes of his. Speaking of which, his amber irises were still glowing, the light slowly pulsing as though it was alive.
It took a moment before it slowly dimmed. And when it did, I could almost see Rowan's rationality and human consciousness slowly seep back into himself. Whatever it was before was nothing more than a shell that acted out his rawest animal desires of an Alpha werewolf― to mark and to mate with the one the Moon Goddess tied to him.
His eyes locked in on the spot on my neck. My fingers barely covered it, and from where he stood, he could probably still see the bit of blood that had appeared when he pierced through my flesh. His Adam's apple bobbed.
