Kelly
Silently, Kelly got into the truck, not bothering to look at Tate as he slid into his seat beside her. She was having a boy. Not that the pup’s gender really mattered to her, but she had been right. Not only had she been right about that, but she had also been right about her wolf going dormant. By the look of surprise on Carrowyn’s face, she could tell that someone without any experience with magic shouldn’t be able to discern that. Magic in her veins, Carrowyn had said. The thought was intoxicating. Would it be possible for her, as a werewolf, to become a witch too? She glanced at Tate. He would have a fit if he knew she was thinking about pursuing witchcraft if it were possible. But, if she were to remain moon locked, the idea of having something else was important to her. She’d
