Pack
"Mating. Some of our kind get together because of friendship or because our parents arranged it, but some of us, the lucky ones, will meet a woman and instantly know she's meant to be ours."
"How?" she whispered.
"Scent. Instinct. The wolf. We meet the right woman, and we want her. Need her."
"For sex?"
"Sex that lasts a lifetime. When a wolf meets his female, he claims her. Marks her with a bite, and she in turn bites him back, completing a blood circle that binds them forever."
"Why are you telling me this?" A chill went through her as she touched the scar on her neck, a faint impression of teeth that had never faded after David bit her their first time.