Chapter 103: Primal Urge
I touched my neck where Leo had just bitten me, expecting to feel a new mark forming or some kind of connection sparking between us. But there was nothing—no rush of emotion, no invisible thread tying us together, nothing like what I’d experienced with the triplets.
The wound was already starting to heal, the sharp pain fading to a mild tingle. I couldn’t help but heave out a sigh of relief.
“What the hell did you just do?” I demanded, backing away from Leo who still looked dazed.
His eyes were wide, confusion written across his face. He stared at his hands like they belonged to someone else. “I don’t... I didn’t mean to...”
“You bit me!” I shouted, pressing my fingers against the spot. The skin felt normal—no raised mark, no burning sensation. “Were you trying to mark me?”
Leo finally met my gaze, his expression hardening. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that.”
“Like what? You weren’t supposed to sink your teeth into my neck?” I was trembling now, anger and fear mixing together. “What kind of sick game are you playing?”
He stood up slowly, his movements careful as if he didn’t trust himself. “There is no game.”
“Then what is it? No normal wolf goes around biting other werewolves’ necks, unless you’re a vampire!” The words came out in a rush, my voice rising with every syllable.
Something dark flashed in Leo’s eyes. “Don’t associate me with those filthy nightwalkers. You don’t understand even half of it.”
“Then explain it to me!” I stepped forward, jabbing a finger at his chest.