Clara could feel Ethan's fangs breaking her skin. The wound was made with intentions to mark her even if it was violently. It was painful yet exhilarating and the she-wolf let out a low moan clinging to the male's neck.

-Softly- she asked in a whisper, -Softly, I'm not leaving. It's me, your Clara. I am here. I won't leave you again. He repeated with a breath.

Ethan's mouth remained still on his neck. The fangs did not touch any major vein despite the wound being so deep, yet the blood spilled to the ground joining with his brother's blood.

Seconds passed. Pheromones began to mingle in the atmosphere and somehow the wolf calmed down. The taste of the she-wolf's blood on his palate was exquisite and something inside him stirred in such a way that it made his tail wag. The haze in his head was fading away completely causing the reasoning he had long since lost after believing his mate had died to return to him.

Slowly and so as not to do more damage than was caused Ethan began to withdr