Clementine:
My neck started to tingle, and my senses went numb. My wolf couldn't transition during the marking. I grimaced in pain; I never thought a mark could hurt so much.
I'd heard stories, everyone said a mate's mark felt like heaven. But I guess because I was reluctant, it didn't feel pleasant at all.
In fact, I wanted to throw him off, rip him away, and beat the hell out of him. But he clung to me, making sure I couldn't move until he'd finished marking me. Then he pulled back, snapped his head up, and started laughing, his canines still showing.
That's when I shoved him away. But the damage was already done. I slid back, touching my neck and feeling the blood. The realization hit hard.
"What the fuck?" I screamed at him as loud as I could. "What the fuck have you done?"
I screamed again, and only then did he realize it wasn't a joke. He stopped acting strange and dropped to his knees, staring at me.
