Getting my Wolf
Fifty: Savvy
I’m standing in my room, by belly full of butterflies. I know exactly when he had arrived on our lands. The pull I have for this man is beyond anything I had ever felt. The whole six months we were together I had never told him who I truly am. It was taboo for us to be together in the first place, so I let him believe that I was an outcast. A female witch without a title or clan. I knew who he was when I first saw him. I also knew that he would be married next year and take his place in his Kingdom. I tried to stay away from him, but the pull was so strong. My mother had always told me and my sisters that we would know who was meant to be ours just by looking at them. In our world it doesn’t matter if you hold a title or not. Our other half is just that, ours
