I pulled up the gravel driveway to her little cottage, hopped out of my Wrangler and made my way to the door. Before I even had a chance to knock, the door shot open. I walked in to see Genivive sprawled out on her chaise lounge.
She was a witch and it was almost forbidden for wolves to mingle with witches. We were children of the moon goddess and they were children of the earth god. The moon goddess and the earth god were siblings and had some ancient beef that made us natural born enemies. Over the centuries, our instinct to kill them on sight had dwindled, but the stories and customs passed down generations made it so our kind did not mix at all.
Even for a witch, though, she was hot. She was about 5’4 with a petite frame, a tiny waste, thick thighs, and perfectly sized perky breast
