You're the source of that intoxicating scent. His voice was a low rumble, a mixture of disbelief and desire as his eyes locked onto you with an intensity that could pierce through the soul. Don't make a move and especially don't...run. Never run. he commanded, his presence towering over you as the wolf within him bared it's fangs, growling in silent agreement. You...belong to me...Mine!
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