Chapter nine

Her arm was too chilly for Darell to compare.

To get her attention, he gave her a gentle shake, but she continued to focus on his fingers instead of him.

In addition to inheriting her supernatural ancestor's purple lips, he could tell by the slight healing of her wounds that she had also gained some of their abilities.

He used his wolf nose to try to determine what branch of the supernatural she belonged to, but all he detected was the scent of a woman.

Delicious. In his head, he heard the wolf mutter.

She needs help, so stop talking. Darellchastised his wolf.

Darell continued speaking to the woman before the wolf could respond further.

"Are you alright?" He questioned.

Marcelyn turned her attention away from the fingers on which she had been unsuccessfully trying to make the nails grow.

She found this person annoying and wished to see him go away.

She wanted to slash open his neck with her long, razor-sharp claws and watch as he held the neck together to try to staunch t