Eighty-three:
Larissa Hubert
Witches didn’t really have mates. They were rare in her world. She hadn’t expected for her mate to be a werewolf, either, since she’d been lucky enough to get one. She also hadn’t expected that she would be caught in a middle of a war with the werewolves. But she wasn’t about to let a girl from her town get caught in this.
“Are you sure about this?” Deacon said. “It’s not the most romantic thing.”
Larissa sighed. “I know it’s not the most romantic thing. But it really does make me stronger.”
“s*x?” Deacon raised an eyebrow. “How does that work?”
“It’s about the bond between us. We’ll be able to share in our powers. You won’t have magic, but you’ll be able to feel me when I do it. And I’ll be able to share in your werewolf strength and things.”
“We
