Chapter

Fourty eight

Devon

Everything in me screamed with the need to chase her as I stood in the doorway, palms braced on either side of the frame, both to keep me in and hold me back from my instincts.

To mark her.

To mate her.

To make her mine.

Just like that fucking bloodsucker had. Tremors rocked my body as I worked to stave off the shift a bit longer. Otherwise, this would be over before it began, and now that the time was upon me, I wanted to draw it out. After all, the first time only happened once.

“Run fast, Asher. Because when I catch you, I...