Marked by fate
Zahra shifts in her seat, pressing her thighs together, and I have to drag my eyes away before I completely lose control.
'Mate her. Claim her. Now,' Medus chants, absolutely no help whatsoever. 'Just a little taste at least?'
Xander pulls out hard and speeds from the hospital grounds onto the main road. Shit, he’s clearly not hanging around. Zahra and I both reach for the handles above our heads as the truck tears through the pack roads.
The streets are quiet, almost empty, and I realise I have no idea what time it even is. It’s light outside, but from the position of the sun it still looks early, like most of the pack hasn’t even started their day yet.