Chapter 0759

"No, I think you are, I just..." she shrugs, looking down, smoothing and hand down over the fabric covering his chest. "I just love you a lot and you keep talking about marriage and rings - but that's all very...human, you know? And I'm a wolf."

He smiles a little, honestly relieved.

"Do you want my mark?"

She looks back up at him through her lashes, blushing, because - well, it's ridiculous, right? They've been dating for like a couple of weeks at best - how can she want it like this, this fast, when there's no bond - But she's sure - absolutely sure even if her wolf is not, and her wolf is coming around to the idea, honestly, that maybe it's just his half human heritage, that the bond will come and they can go and ask the Goddess what's up when this has all settled down.

Because everything is else is so real, and so vivid. In her heart she knows it's him, knows it has to be. How...how could it be anyone else?

"Yes, Jess," she whispers, smiling a little, laughing. "Yes, I want it - but -"

He snarls, laughing too, rolling her over in the bed, reaching for her shirt buttons. "Cool, let's do it now -" "Jesse!" She bursts out laughing.

"I'm serious, I've got like fifteen minutes, and it's just a little bite - I can do that in four seconds -"

he's not completely serious, even if...well, if she agreed to it right now that it might happen. Both of them - she knows he feels precisely the same - they're both just...a little swept away by each other. But Daphne just shakes her head, taking his handsome face between her palms, the

know I want it to be right. And you do too. Not on a sewing break in the

in his heart clear on his face. "We'll make

got. They lose themselves to each other for a long few moments, burying their grief, their worries about family, their anxieties about war in their mutual happiness which right now feels strong enough to sweep through the entire

of them notice

center of it all a very small form made of darkness itself, her breath heaving in her chest. Mittens gives a horrible little mew

snarls, storming forward, reaching out a claw-tipped hand to grab at Daphne's shoulder

form before her, a tiny female form with dark pits for eyes, a hole from her mouth from

three long streaks of blood. She screams as Jesse roars leaping for the girl at the center of

darkness just smiles at him, stepping into his rage and fear

even has he tightens the hand around her

Daphne screams in horror and fear

her arms around him, and vanishes away, taking smoke and boy with her.

in the room alongside Daphne's panting

room is precisely how it was not thirty seconds before,

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