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
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