The Letter
"We have to go back, love," Eltanin said in a soft voice. She moved her face to bury in his chest and purred a protest.
He chuckled, removing her hair from her shoulder to see his mark. The two angry red marks were lying in between her neck and shoulders. He wanted to howl with pride that he had not only found his mate, but had claimed and marked her. How could a little thing like Tania wrap him around her little finger? He sighed at the thought. His wolf was content now that he had mated with Tania. But there was always a small threat. She was so beautiful that it was impossible not to note her presence. Her presence sucked the air out, and it meant that many wolves would vie for her attention, if he didn't make the announcement soon that she was his mate.