Michael’s point of view
I stepped out from behind the tree and started walking towards my mate. My mate? With her blue and red hair falling down her back contrasting lovely with her pale skin. Her boots so practical for the forest left tiny prints where she stepped. She seemed so small to be considered so dangerous. Her scent was overwhelming me as I neared. The warm vanilla wrapping me like a mist. It was driving Ash even more mad then me. All he wanted was her. But I still was unsure, she was still a witch. Either way, whether I wanted her for my mate or not, she isn’t a werewolf and we didn’t want to scare her by being too head strong.
As I stepped closer I saw her freeze sensing my presence way after a werewolf would have figured out I was there. I laughed to myself, human a
