Talia Stillwater's POV

La Crosse Pack House

I licked at the mating bite I'd left at the junction of Randall's left shoulder and neck. I'd gotten him good, my teeth shifting enough to leave a good scar. Mating bites were the wedding rings of the Werewolf world; they scarred heavily, the shiny marks proclaiming to all that he was MINE. My vampire nature loved the taste of his blood, my wolf was satisfied now that the bond was completed, and my human part was near a breakdown. "Uncle Clark, I need you in our room, it's an emergency," I said. "I need your Pack Nurse as well."

"What's going on,"...