The silence is deafening as her words echo through me. Mate. This is the second time this evening that she has called me this. But I can't be. Alpha's don't have witch mates.
"Do right by her, Alpha. Honor her properly or so help it," she growls, "I'll hunt you down and hex you myself."
Growling, Sly replies. "Are you threatening me, witch?"
"That isn't a threat, Dog," she replies her voice dropping an octave. "It is a solemn vow. I will curse you and every foul thing that springs from your loins for generations to come if you do not do everything you can to save her." She then mumbles something else that I can't quite make out, but I hear my mother's name.
"If I do what you suggest," Sly's voice is almost too soft to make out, but each word rumbles through me in waves, soothing me ev
