Chapter 7

Agatha

“Send me back!” I shouted, looking around at the sisters.

“I’m sorry Agatha.”

“No,” I shook my head.

"I want to go back!" I screamed in a growl, my claws enlarging.

“You know you can’t use violence in the temple. Control your wolf.” my grandmother looked at me.

“I -,” I gasped, “I c-can’t.” I went on my knees.

I was screaming and growling. My wolf was unstable and prompted me to fight everyone in the temple and escape. She wanted to go back to her mate. I wanted the same thing, too. I had seen my mate and felt the bond. The magnetic pull. He smelled like the morning dew forest. I needed to go back and save him, like I had promised.

"Ophelia has my mate. I have to go back."

“Agatha. Breathe.”

“What the hell do you know about wolves?” I looked up at my grandmother. “Ahhhhhh!”

My body jerked as I went to the floor, rolling on my back. A growl erupted from my throat as I rolled on all fours. I could feel my bones breaking. I was about to shift. My wolf howled, making the witches