Unknown POV
“Absolutely not!” I scream. “You know I don’t f**k with kids! I’m a light witch! You know what this can do to my magic!” I stare at this shell of a man that I once loved. I look at his deeply gray hair and his wrinkled face. Most werewolves don’t look their age, but he certainly does. He’s had a hard life, but mostly due to his own shortcomings. Fickle things werewolves are, naive to fall in love even before they find their mate. I should’ve known better, but he was different then. He was young and full of life, cared about those around him and truly wanted to be a positive force in this world. His wolf was amazing and caring and kind. He promised he’d start a pack where witches and werewolves would co-exist. We’d not hate each other anymore and we’d be the change
