Keeping her hand on his throat, she leaned in closer, staring at him with puppy dog eyes. Her fingers brushed the corner of his mouth, smearing the blood on his skin.

"Derek, I don't want to hurt you," she whispered, even with the way she was holding him. "I need you. Please. Please, don't leave me again. We need you, Derek. I need you," she whispered, eyes bright and her lashes damp. "I need my brother, my beta."