As soon as Greyback grabbed her waist she felt a power spark in her stomach. It grew as he ran his hand up her back towards the zip on her dress. He pressed his tongue against her shoulder, just below her Mating mark and...there...with a sharp twist in her gut Greyback and the wolves were thrown backwards. The chandelier trembled and several glass teardrops fell to the floor. The picture frames slipped from their hooks and she sensed that the walls might have trembled slightly. She shivered, then straightened her dress.