Freya POV
"Wyatt," I purred, my voice laced with intrigue, as I glanced at our informants. The dimly lit room was filled with the scent of blood and the flickering of candlelight. "An immortal witch in my city, it has been far too long since our paths crossed," I said, my lips curling with interest as I pushed away the human I had been feeding on. The metallic tang of blood lingered in the air.
"He is with Misty, the one who has caught the eye of the current wolf king," they explained. I brushed my fingers against my lips, savoring the taste of my recent meal, as I settled in my mate's lap. "Two immortals, from different bloodlines, traveling together. How intriguing. They both can be of use to us, especially Wyatt," I said, my voice filled with anticipation.
"It seems you have taken an
