Fern's Perspective Giovan slowly pulled away from my neck. Our eyes locked in. "Who do you belong to, Fern?" He asked. "You," I said. My inner wolf growled in desire. Something about Giovan attracts me deeply, I found his scent addicting, and my wolf now can't stand being away from him, not even an inch. "Who?" Giovan asked again. "Who owns you, little tree?" "You do," I said again. Giovan pushed the hair off my neck, staring darkly at the mark on my neck. He draws a smirk. "Do you know what else happens on the night a she-wolf was claimed by her fated mate?" I looked at his wound. "H-How can we mate when you're hurt and weak?" I asked. Giovan lifted my chin, gently crashing his lips with mine. "Part your lips wider, Fern," he whispered. I pulled away from him remembering something. "You remember it now. Our first kiss," he whispered to me. "
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