Lost Creek Hollow [M] Drop-off

Bonnie too was also young, foolish, and inexperienced. For the first time, someone wanted him.

It was a wild drive that kept him in place.
"You've not called upon your pack. What has happened to your body? Your leg. Have you fractured it?" He showed worry in his eyes.

For all of his veins pulsing and the attraction the was ripping at his soul, for her and only her, there came a problem he loathed; she was injured, and he would never act upon the prodigal rushes of heat, desire, as she was. A cruel act. He would not engage it.

But he would want it.
He wanted her. As his.
Only his.

And then, boldness. He was not blind. "Do you want me?" He wanted her. "Tell me something that would impress you. Tell me what you value. I will bring it to you." Traditional.