Chapter 50

Quinn

Troy stared at me for a moment, his eyes dark and dangerous. “I can’t take it back, Quinn,” he said quietly. "You agreed to this. I didn't force it on you."

I ignored my sore throat, determined to tell him exactly how I felt. “No. I know...but you…you gave me this wolf.”

“No.” He shook his head and carelessly threw his phone on the pile of clothes. “The Goddess did. You were born with your wolf. You just never knew she existed. Salome was asleep, waiting to be woken up.”

“But if you didn’t mark me-”

"Are you trying to tell me that I did this to you? Do you blame me for being a werewolf?"

"No. Yes. I don't know."

His eyes flashed danger, but his voice was as calm as ever when he spoke. “You are part Goddess. Salome would still have awakened, with or without my mark. It would just have happened a little later. My mark merely hastened the inevitable.”

There was no going back. I knew it. I’d always known it. And he was right. I did willingly accept him. When he asked me if I wanted