Description
The forest was normal. The tall green trees and grass everywhere filled my nose with the smell of nature. Walking more in, I suddenly stopped, hearing a noise somewhere around me. The smell of the forest was gone, the only smell that hit me was the smell of fresh rain and masculine cologne. I turned, hearing another noise. When I turned, I saw a man. He has blonde hair and brown eyes. He wore no shirt or shoes, only some shorts. His eyes were on me, the brown now black. "Mate." ------------------------------------------------------------ Merlin Pen was not an average person. She was a witch. Nope, not the broom and wand witch. Although she could use those if she wanted. Her parents only being half magic and half human, she was a pure blood witch with being only one-sixth human. She was powerful, she could be ruthless. But her gentle soul stopped her from using her powers for evil, like her own kind wanted her to. Every witch or person of magic only gets one chance at love. But there's only a twenty percent chance that they will find their other half. Not even her parents were made for each other. Soon coming to realize that she won't find her real one, she moves on and tries to live her life as normally as she can. Until she makes a journey in the woods. Ross Lynch is a werewolf. Werewolves are the most possessive and even brutal creatures. But with their mates, they can be loveable. Ross was looking for his mate. Someone he could share his life with. And being the second son of an alpha, he was strong and had a hard head. When he takes a stroll in the woods, he gets the shock of his life. His mate is a witch, and there's nothing he wouldn't do for her. Even if their kinds are supposed to be enemy's.
Authors note: NEW BOOK!
