Eva
“Now that was entertaining,” Gran says as she's still laughing.
“She and Vincent always bicker like that,” Sam tells her.
“It's because she gets under his skin. He's not used to anyone questioning him,” she tells Sam.
I laugh, “It's fun too.”
“You're doing well,” Gran tells me.
“Thanks,” I replied.
“Why the cat?” she asks.
I sigh, “I can't do anything directly to my mates, but using a spell I can to an extent.”
“Very clever,” she says proudly.
Gran
When I first saw them pull up, I knew they were mates. I also knew that our pack would have a Luna at last. Then I saw her wolf. I thought the prophecy might be coming true again, but something felt off. She's not a descendant of the White Wolf as the prophecy foretells; she's something far different. Part of me knows that I shoul
