NOELLE
The drive home is quiet, the unsettling kind. Blue keeps one hand on the wheel and the other tapping an absent rhythm on her thigh, but her eyes dart to the rearview mirror every few seconds as if she's expecting something to materialize in the backseat.
I stare out the window and try to sort through the mess in my head.
Cooper.
I rub my wrist absently. How the hell am I supposed to handle being his mate? What exactly is he? A werewolf too?
Blue glances at me. "You're thinking so loud, I can hear it from here."
I force out a small laugh. "Sorry. Just... trying to figure out what Cooper is."
She snorts. "Human, obviously. But not just human."
She taps the steering wheel. "I sensed witch aura on him. But the rest of him was... clouded. Like someone threw a glamour over it."
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