I tried to calm down. I didn’t listen, I argued, but the worst thing…

The door swung open and the figure of Mark towered over me.

Eyes burn with madness and cruelty. They went from golden to red. The collar and sleeves of a snow-white shirt are covered in blood. She also shines on the lips and chin. It's like he's not a werewolf, but some kind of vampire.

“He dared to like you,” Mark growled coldly. He stretched out his hands and, shrugging his shoulders, raised them. - And you are mine. I'd rather kill you than give you up. Remember Alina. You are mine…

Breath caught. And my...