5 Her mark on him (1/2)

Ezlynn stared into Kieran's eyes for a few seconds, absorbed into his charming features. He exuded a charismatic scent that allured her spirit down to the very core. She then was resuscitated back into her dignity and backed away, slightly blushing, but regained the paleness of her face in a matter of seconds.

”The past leaders have searched the world around the world for a decade to glean the last Werewolves after the Great War, and they didn't find you. How and why?”

”The government also searched around the world for the last remaining Werewolves and declared that they were thoroughly extinct.” he replied, ”And here is a gang of Werewolves in Chicago. The method? It's called a well-hidden secret.”

Ezlynn waned her eyes. She had then sighed,

”And please,” she said at last, ”let me check your contacts and messages.”

”You are quite cynical,” he said, his voice sweet and teasing at the same time. He handed her his phone, and she checked all his contacts and messages for any suspicious content as soon as she snatched it away from him. She then returned it after scrutinizing every single contact on his phone.

”Listen, Ezlynn,” he whispered quietly. Ezlynn stared up at him, offended, for no one had called her by her name during work that except for Collins. ”If you're that doubtful...”

Kieran looked directly at Ezlynn's eyes, exuding a pompous light in them. Ezlynn was fascinated by how his eyes took control of her, staring at her in a charming but arrogant light.

Kieran held out his wrist, revealing the black wolf mark on it. He leaned towards Ezlynn and whispered,

”Bite, and I'll be yours forever, only loyal to you.”

Ezlynn gawked at him in disbelief, raising both eyebrows. Collins stared nervously at them, but decided to obey Ezlynn's eyes reading, 'Dont intervene.'

'What?' Ezlynn thought to herself, still gawking at him. Biting one's wrist was a way of a partnership between Werewolves, marking someone as their territory. Was this his way of ”proving” his loyalty to her? She wanted to draw away from him, declare an adamant ”no”. She wanted to avert herself from the situation but her body refused. His flesh looked so delicious, the muscles under his wrist perfectly aligning. What was this strange sensation? She tried to turn away from it but her eyes were stuck there, like a magnet. Ezlynn warned herself,