Dana
"I, Dana Toussaint, forgive you for everything, Ares Zander Hendrix, and I want you to be in my life again," I declared, feeling the weight of my words in the stillness of the forest. With each beat of his heart, I sensed a shift within me, a connection deeper than anything I had felt before-a bond that transcended mere words. My wolf, too, recognized something distinct about him-a feeling unlike anything I had experienced with Bathel.
He pressed me against the tree, his grip firm yet gentle as he pinned my hands above my head. "I want you to be mine forever, Dana," he breathed, his voice filled with urgency and longing. "I don't want to waste another moment. I want you to be mine, and only mine, to never think about anyone else." His lips met mine in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire within me that burned with a fierce intensity.
"Then claim me," I commanded, my voice laced with confidence and desire.