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Anya's Point of View

"Where are you going, Marcus?" I asked him while crossing my arms. I was in the kitchen with Lorraine when I saw Marcus pass by the door.

"Into the woods, baby. My wolf is itching to run," he said, then shrugged his shoulders. I shook my head in disagreement.

"No, you can't. You're still injured and not yet fully healed," I said. Although the healing abilities of a werewolf were fast, I still can't risk it. I know Marcus's wolf really wants to get away and run until he gets tired after being confined in a room for days. Marcus approached me, grabbed my waist, placed his head on the crook of my neck, and whispered.

"Please, baby?" he said, then lick my earlobe. Gosh! I wanted to let go of the moan stuck in my throat, but I held back because I knew Lorraine was looking at us with her sheepish smile.