She belongs to me.

Logan’s POV.

I’ve examined this leaf for what seems like an eternity now, but I can’t make sense of why the Slayers want me to find where it is planted in Greece.

A sigillaria leaf, that’s what they call it. This is exactly the reason why I was summoned to the manor this morning. The four rulers want the leaf found and I must definitely find out why.

With a grunt, I scoot away from my seat and reach my bookshelf. I scan the shelf, looking for books that talk about the leaf.

Afterward, I settle on five books, reading them page by page until I find something that talks about an ancient tree.

In seventeen A.D., the first witch coven had planted a tree in their town square. Apparently, this happened when the moon goddess stopped existing on Earth.

There were two werewolf alphas pining for a witch. Both alphas engaged in a duel, looking to see who would be victorious and claim the female as theirs. Unfortunately, no one won over the other as both alphas were of equal strength.

After