Merge the packs (2)

"I have to be here," my voice echoed. "A lot of things happened since I left Silver Mystic; I'm not the same person I used to be."

I heard his footsteps behind me and felt him wrap his hands around my waist, his breath against my neck, making me yank myself away from his hold.

"Please don't do that; you have a mate," and so did I, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

He dragged his hand down his face, flushed with embarrassment.

"Iris, I want you back at Silver Mystic."

"And I won't let you merge your pack because of me." My voice turned conspiratorial: "Blood Canine might be destroyed soon."

The silence followed was loud and expected; only one thing bugged me: how would I tell him I saw it in a vision and was a witch?

I searched his face and noticed he didn't look too surprised; he was shrugging it off as if he had known all along.

"Well, Iris, no one told me about the attack. I came here to warn the Alphas. Vampires were seen taking silver ammunition up to blood canine."

My brows we