She is in Pain

Adiyan's POV

It was almost three months since Karica was taken from my arms and since that moment my life was toppled as I knew it.

Both of us weren't ordinary humans, we were supernatural beings and the most cliche ones too. She was a werewolf and I was a witch who could shoot fireballs from my hand, spit fire like a dragon from my mouth and form a fiery shield to protect myself.

These were the cool new powers I had learnt from my grandmother who turned out to be a powerful witch. At first, all of this registered as a shock but the more I dwelled on it the more I learned.

Grandma was correct, Xynathius was indeed her fated mate. I confronted her brother about it and he confirmed they were werewolves indeed. However, he requested not to tell my brother. We had decided to guard him from this world as much as we could.

Then why was there a connection I still felt with her? As if she belonged to me and him.

Grandma had said her aura was unique, something she had never observed befor