She stays silent and Walter bats at my necklace.
“I’d remove this, unless you’d like to accidentally go mongrel on us again,”he says.
I sigh in agreement and place it in my nightstand drawer.
“Shall I piss in his boot again?”Walter says, rubbing his forehead against me.
“No, that’s okay. “
“It’s really no hardship. I could also chew on his phone charger, or scratch his satchel to shreds.”
“I appreciate it, Walter, but we have bigger issues here.”
I scratch his fur, and a low purr takes over his chest as he relaxes against me.
“If it’s just the necklace, you can hide it away. We can destroy it and never look back. No one except the stinky man down the hall will ever know. Plus, we could still kill him, toss him in the swamp and let the alligators eat him. Then there will be no witnesses.”
“I don’t know if that’s what I want. I definitely don’t want Silas to be alligator food.”
The cat sighs, wiggling out of my grip and going to sit on his pillow. Apparently, that’s as much affection as I’ll be getting tonight.
“You’re still a witch, my witch above all else. The universe sent me here as your companion. I’ll be by your side no matter what, even if you smell horrible.”
“Thanks, Walter. I love you, too.”
“Don’t get all soft on me now, witch,”he says.“Get some rest.”
I try to sleep, but all that plagues me is nightmares.
Nightmares that feel a hell of a lot like visions. A black and white wolf convulsing alone in a forest.
It feels like an omen, and I’m not sure that necklace was made to protect me, after all.
Digging into the past may just ruin or deny me my future forever.
Chapter 27
Sleep evades me. All I can think about is everything that happened last night.
The necklace, Azure, Violet’s tears, the kiss.
That fucking kiss.
“You’re such a disappointment,”Thorin says, and I groan, rubbing my eyes so hard with my palms my vision has dark spots.
I wanted it. Part of me hates that I stopped, even if it was the right decision.
I wanted to kiss her before I found out she was a wolf, as much as I hate to admit it. But now that I know we’re true mates, in every sense a shifter can be, everything has changed for me. There are more possibilities now than there weren’t before. Now we’re physiologically matched, though not completely on the same page.
She’s still a witch, that hasn’t and will not change. What she decides to do with this new information, this new part of herself, will decide everything.
If she abandons her wolf, then I’m not sure what will happen. There’s no way Thorin would stand for it, and I’m not sure howI could move on. I’d live the rest of my life as I already have, celibate and alone.
Violet has some serious choices to make when it comes to her coven and my pack. They are her choices and hers alone.
No matter how fucking badly I want to sit her down and lay out everything for her. That she could be the person, the thing, that brings the shifters and witches to peace. That she has to realize she’s been lied to by her grandmother at the very least, some truths have been withheld.
I thought I could fight this tether between us, look past the fact she was my mate because it wouldn’t really work. But the universe has a way of making me swallow my own words.
