Bloodline of the pack (continued)

THE MOONLIT DANCE

The air was thick with tension as Humphrey and Lolly stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. 

Humphrey's breathing was heavy as he glared at Lolly, his anger palpable.

"What did you do to me?" he demanded, his voice rising with each word. "The bite you gave me is still there!"

Lolly's smirk only widened as she looked at him. "I told you you are mine," she said, her voice low and seductive. "It is a mark to claim you as mine. Don't worry, it won't cause any harm."

Humphrey's eyes narrowed. "Not cause any harm? I keep fucking seeing you in my dreams!" he spat, his anger boiling over.

Lolly chuckled the sound like honey dripping from her lips. "Ah, that?" she claimed, "That's no harm. I told you you are mine, and so who do you think you need to be seeing in your dreams?"