Maybe its panic, maybe its fear, but before i can think much about it, I speak back to the best.
"What are you?" my voice is loud like a thunder and I am not sure where i gather all this strength from. The bast does not seem pleased that i dared to question it, and from its throat, a low growl escapes it and I see Mellione beside the fire pause, her mouth slightly open.
the growl was a warning, a warning that i was overstaying my welcome. As if i would leave and leave my mate here, in the aching coldness of the winter, t**s out and chanting in front of a fire. It might have been every witches dream to do this, but this was not happening while I had enough power left to stop it.
A cold shiver runs down my spine and I feel it settle somewhere behind my stomach. in the darkness of the ni
