ZARA POV
Finna was standing at the front door of the witch, pounding on it with her fist. “Sabrina,” she yelled, ”It's me! I've got someone with me, and we're coming in. So, don't throw any knives at us!”
"I don't understand, why would she throw knives at our heads?" I asked.
“Because the only person who visits her right now is her mate, and he is the reason she is mad all the time, so she throws knives at him.” Finna whispered in a low tone.
"Wait a minute," I said, "Did you just say she has a mate? Like, a werewolf mate?”
"Yeah, but it's a bit tricky to explain. Come on, we don't have all day." She opened the door and stepped inside. I was stopped in my tracks. Standing on the kitchen top shelf was a woman. Tall and slender, with long, flowing purple hair that cascaded down her bac
