I looked at him with my arms crossed, trying to show all my anger. Hunter glanced at me, before shrugging, like everything was already decided and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.
I didn’t dislike magic, but I didn’t like it very much either. I liked being able to defend myself, and I already did, I didn’t need anything else. Magic was fine, for whoever wanted it.
Yes, it was still human theory, but I liked it that way.
“Okay,” I said, to my wolf’s outrage. “But on one condition.”
They both looked at me attentively, hoping what my condition would be. Hunter didn’t look happy for me to put but, however, this wasn’t about him. It was about me, my family, my magic.
It was not very common that he managed to transform, but there it was, right in front of my eyes. The elders did not know what caused his problem. Everything in him seemed to be perfect, but communicating with his wolf was almost impossible, therefore, transforming was also.Yet despite all his troubles, Izaiah was still the second strongest wolf in the entire pack. His abilities were comparable to Hunter’s, plus he could sometimes beat him in specific competitions. For example, no one bought Izaiah on speed.“Are you sure?” I ask, hesitating.The wolf glared at me. I could even swear he rolled his eyes at me. Even with my doubts, I got on the great gray wolf. His fur was softer than it looked, and he even smelled good. Woods and honey, just the way Izaiah always smelled.
“I am the mother of magic, also the mother of werewolves and vampires. Most supernatural beings exist in this world because of me, ”she explained patiently.“Your mirror magic, the magic of your brother, and the wolf of your beloved. Everything comes from me. I’ve always seen you, little Sienna. A human capable of everything for her loved ones.”I was silent. I had no idea what mother moon wanted from me, but I was nervous. According to Leonel’s wolf, the moon mother was able to grant favors, in exchange for sacrifices.“Fear not, my dear,” she read my thoughts.“I don’t have that kind of intention. I have seen the suffering of two lovers who can’t be together. I have fe
“Yes, look how scared I am.” I raised an eyebrow in his direction, too happy to care. “Sienna?” he asked suddenly, worried. “What happened to your wound?” I looked in the direction of my waist, trying to verify that it had not been all a dream. Nope, there was no claw mark there. It was better than ever, actually. “Did they disappear?” I stuck out my tongue at him. I felt a sudden urge and didn’t want to hold back. With one look, Hunter understood what I wanted and even though he didn’t seem to agree very much, he got into position. “On your marks!” I started, smiling at the adrenaline rush I felt. “Ready? Out of!”
HunterNow I had her asleep in my arms. So soft, so peaceful. It was my favorite moment of the day, as stalking as it might sound. When Sienna was asleep, she exuded peace and tranquility. She was always so full of energy. But right now, she was only sleeping safely, knowing that I was here to take care of her.I always liked sleeping with her. Even though she was a kid who didn’t know anything about life. I couldn’t even remember exactly the first time it had happened, she had just felt natural.Her body was warm and I could feel the strength and softness of her, that combination that drove me crazy. Sienna was beautiful, her body could give me a heart attack, but what really stole my heart was seeing her snuggle up next to me, purring under her breath.
When I woke up, Hunter was sleeping next to me. Watching a werewolf sleep was a compliment, as they generally didn’t need to sleep more than a few hours a day and were never supposed to let their guard down. However, Hunter was a lover of naps, especially with me by his side.I had to get ready to go to school, but I wanted to enjoy being in Hunter’s arms a little more. I felt so comfortable with a peace that I rarely enjoyed.I felt him stir, knowing that time was beginning to pass and that we had to get ready to go to school. The day that was coming upon us seemed to be much more eventful than usual.Today I will have a serious conversation with my great friend. Maybe I even had to reveal what I am and what her new love interest was. It wouldn’t be easy, but I tru
“Sienna! Are you ready to go to the ins…” Leonel interrupted the moment, entering my room.I yelped in surprise. I got off Hunter’s lap with great speed, covering my breasts. Hunter tried to cover me with his body, but something told me it was too late.God, this happened to me by giving in to the fever.And I forgot to latch the door.“I …” he stammered, flushed. “Sorry, I’ll wait for you downstairs.”Hunter turned to see me, surprised and flushed. When we looked at each other, we let out a great laugh. Only to us could this happen. Although I was embarrassed, I couldn’t help but laugh heartily. I felt mys
I had heard once, a long time ago, that certain warlocks could teleport. I never believed that it was true because they said that I needed to be very strong to be able to do it. They said that it was almost impossible, that, since existence, only three witches had managed to do it. One of them was even part of a legend.I remembered my grandfather, explaining to us with much love and patience all the benefits of magic. I also remembered not being overly interested, but Leonel looked fascinated, so I endured the lesson reluctantly.However, Yule teleported us without hesitation. He didn’t even gasp. He didn’t look sweaty or pale. In fact, he seemed very nonchalant. As if it were the most natural act in the world.In a second I was in high school. Then I could only feel the darkness arou
Calm down, wolf. It’s not the moment yet. I promise that I will let you play with him all you want.“There are people who believe that rituals should be done at midnight, but I’m not that gullible. That wolf of yours must be looking for me to begin with.” He began to move some things.The distance between Primrose and me was about thirty feet, not that far, but not that close either. The witcher was doing something right in the middle of us. He could make out the chalk. I did not understand the drawings he made, but I knew that time was running out. I tried to memorise the shapes and every trace I saw. I absorbed all the information I could. In the dark, what was most visible was his pale skin, along with his white hair.How could someone who could wear white in every part