Riva
“You are a wolf, Riva,” Madame Lidia emphasized. “Have you not taken your form yet?”
“No! I have not,” I responded indignantly. Although I had somehow accepted Gideon for who he was, I couldn’t stomach being Dorival Grant’s daughter through and through.
Some of the witches looked at each other. I didn’t like how they seemed to have a knowing look on their faces.
“You haven’t mated with the wolf, have you not?” the Coven head asked.
“N-no,” I spluttered. To be fair, I had wanted to, but Gideon had stopped it. “Gideon had said it was not fair to me because it was just the heat talking.”
“You’re one lucky girl. Or not,” remarked Willa drily.
‘It does not matter right now,” Madame Lidia said, glaring at Willa. “Right now, we have to trigger the wolf ourselves.”
“Why would you w
