Berserker
When she met his eyes, she saw that they glowed.
"Brandur?" she gasped.
Brand wrestled for control of his wolf. He hadn't planned to complete the final step of the bond this way, but whatever was happening was too strong for him to fight. "I'm sorry, Elskede," he gritted out, his growing canines starting to slur his speech. Before she could respond, he struck, biting down on the tender flesh between her shoulder and neck. Her tattoos pulsed even brighter and her body convulsed with pleasure as the final stage of the bond overtook her.