Her scent fills my nostrils, tantalizing me and drawing me irresistibly to her.

My eyes are glued to her face as I carry her to Rachel's cave, I try to imprint her beauty in my memory. Her head has fallen against my chest, leaving her neck open and exposed, and I can't stop my lips from curling and my canines from stretching. They itch to be buried in that alluringly fair neck, my wolf trash in my head, demanding that I mark her.

'Mate! Mine!" Xander bursts in my head, almost giving me a headache. 'Mark her, human. She is ours!'

He does not want to know that the woman...