**Eli's POV**
"Your'e out of your mind to mock me this way."
My wolf is on the verge of busting through my chest to get at Ethan but I hold him at bay with the hope that Ethan is f*****g with me.
"I'm joking," he says, "sort of."
"Which one is it?!" I shout and he grins at me.
"I wish I knew.... She smelled so good. Only as good as a mate can smell. Then I heard she was a witch and it was all just a spell. So it kinda f****d with my head and my plans to challenge you."
I roar at him and huff. Then I collapse back on the sofa.
"She's not even mines to give." I groan.
"Right..." He takes a seat in the recliner to my left. "You're an i***t to give up on your mate. So what if she's a witch, she was made for you, no?"
"Thats what I told him!" My wolf suddenly surfaces but only mom
