Ben
She was just in the next room. Not far at all, but it might as well have been a million miles away. I wouldn’t give her up though. No matter what they said, no matter how much they threatened my place as alpha of the pack. We had been their rulers, their alpha for over a thousand years. Too much of our blood had seeped into the very ground beneath our feet.
So what if she was a witch? A necromancer no less. Not that it mattered to me.
What did matter was that she was mine. My mate.
Goddess given.
I wasn't about to turn my back on her to retain power. There were things that mattered more. Gifts that could not be idly thrown aside.
Still, I didn't get it. Why couldn't I have both? It wasn't unheard of that a shifter like me took a witch for a mate. It was rare but it did happen.
