Anne shifted back into her human form. The transformation left her breathless for a moment, but it wasn't the shift that had her reeling—it was the sensation of Damien's bite still tingling on her neck. Her fingers instinctively went to the spot, grazing the tender skin where his teeth had sunk just moments before. She could feel the energy of the bond pulsing beneath her fingertips, as though it were alive, binding them in a way that transcended words.
She turned to Damien, who had already shifted back, his tall, powerful form glowing faintly in the silvery light of the moon. His eyes were on her, intense and unwavering.
"You marked me," Anne whispered, her voice filled with wonder and the slightest edge of disbelief. Her fingers pressed against the bite mark again, as if to confirm the reality of it.
Damien took a step closer.
