Page 25 of The Cursed: Wyatt

Slowing, I prowl the tree line, eyes searching for human or wolf.

My mate stands in his human form, looking out into the darkness, watching for me.Waiting.

Silently, I approach his broad back.If I had a beating heart, it would be pounding in anticipation.

My claws extend as I reach up and grab him by the throat.

"Found you, baby," I whisper, taking in his warmth."Ready to suffer for me?"

A shudder racks his body as a growl vibrates the skin beneath my hand.

"Always, Andrew.Make me bleed."