My Luna Witch

The Market

Michael's point of view I walked out if my office and called my driver. A car was waiting for me by the time I got to the front entrance. I got in thanking James my long time driver. James, "Where to, Alpha?" "The market." I smiled thinking about how I might meet my mate. We drove through the human town towards to market. I lazily watched the houses passes. Watching the humans do a double take when they saw my car. The humans know I am the one protecting them from other werewolf packs but they hardly see me come in to town. And larger I do stay in the castle preceding over paperwork and going on patrols making sure my pack is safe. Maybe I should come out here more. The humans are becoming part of my pack after all, especially as more of them marry my pack members. Maybe one of them will even be the pack's Luna. We have been without one for too long. The car came to a stop outside the market. I hopped out and headed inside the market. My werewolf hearing allowed me to hear the whispering of the girls admiring me. I am definitely on the more handsome side and with my position as alpha could easily get any human or werewolf I wanted. But I didn't want just anyone. I wanted my mate, if she was out there somewhere. I hated to think of the possibility of not having a mate or my mate dying before I even had the chance to meet her. I passed stall after stall. My mouth watered from smell of baking bread. Maybe I should bring some back for the pack. I got in the long line for the bakery. My, was this popular. The spice stand next to it had a third of the line in comparison. I finally go to the front and ordered as many loaves of bread as they had leaving the bakery with only muffins, pastries, and cookies to sell. Werewolves eat a lot, especially when I have everyone running double patrols to deal with rouges that keep crossing into our territory. I heard groans behind me. Apparently everyone else wanted the bread too. I chuckled, at least there was plenty of sweets for them to get. I walked back to my car with my arms bugling with bread. I handed them to my driver and returned to the market as he loaded them into the car. I took one slice of pumpernickel to munch on as I walked. I was over by the cheese stand debating on adding that to my bread hoard when I overheard a conversation that stopped me in my tracks. I walked up to the group, "What were you guys saying about a powerful witch?" I did not need another threat right now. A small brown haired boy spoke up chattering excitedly, "I saw a witch in the village with 2 hair colors at once and eyes to match. One red eye and one blue. No one has seen anything like it before." "Was it just a child playing with different magics?" He shook his head, "No, this witch has both colors at her ceremony. Besides eyes don't change in children." I wasn't quite believing him but walked away in a hurry to get back to my pack and discuss this possibility with them. Witches have one hair color to match their power. If this witch has 2 does that mean she has both powers? I have only heard rumors of eyes changing color in powerful families. There were a few witches and wizards with freckled eye color in the village that I knew of but no one with a full eye color change let alone 2 colors one for each eye.