Ambrose’s POV
How is it possible that I have a mate? Witches don’t have mates. I was disappointed by that fact long ago when my guardians had to burst my little, teen heart. I remember it like it was yesterday, that is when I stopped caring whom I was with as long as I got my rocks off.
~Flashback, twelve years ago~
I wake up early always, I enjoying watching the sunrise in the east, it seemed to center my magic, center my power. I still had a smile on my face as I come out of the dream I had just woken up from.
I had started having the same dream or a variation of the same dream every night since I had turned thirteen, just a few weeks ago. The dream starts out with me walking alone in a garden when I see a women in the distance.
Her back is always to me with her long, wavy
