Marking. The most intimate thing a wolf can do. It was an instinct Nicholas had been battling since the moment he set eyes on Guinevere Lunaris. And it just won the war.
His fangs dropped, full extension, breaking the skin on her neck. By the time he understood fully what he was doing, his venom was flowing into her bloodstream, carrying the biological signature that would bond his wolf to hers.
But he would have done it anyways, even if his wolf and instincts hadn't taken over. She was dying, and his body knew how to stop it. There was no decision.
The roar tore out of Maddox's chest with enough force to vibrate the ground beneath him. His vision tunneled. Gold bled across his irises and his dragon surged so hard against his ribs he thought the bones would snap. Every nerve ending in his body was firing at once, all of them pointed at the wolf whose fangs were in his wife's throat.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!"
