The Rejected Plus-Size Mate
"Tread cautiously. We don't know what she is or what she’s carrying. Don't touch her until we know she’s stable."
"I just need to see if it’s scarred," Elara insisted, nodding to show she understood, yet her curiosity was a physical pull.
She reached out again. The moment her fingertips brushed the woman's collarbone, the stalker’s eyes snapped open. They weren't human, and they weren't wolf. They were pits of absolute darkness, devoid of iris or white.
With a guttural, animalistic snarl, the woman lunged. She didn't try to escape her bonds; she snapped her head forward like a viper. Her teeth sank deep into Elara’s forearm.