Wolves 

[Ashlynd]

I am so grateful to the witch who made this brew for me, it always works like a charm. I am also grateful for my mother, who introduced me to the witch and made sure I understood how to prepare this concoction so that I could make more whenever I need. I’m also grateful to the Moon Goddess herself for sending Slate my way in the first place. No matter how he resists, I know that he is meant to be mine.

He just needs a little help remembering that sometimes.

As the familiar red haze clouds his vision and he begins to nuzzle my neck, I feel my wolf, Annabel, rising to the surface, adding her unique musk to the brew. “Do you think we can get his wolf to mate me this time,” she whines. “I want to meet his wolf so badly.”

“Patience,” I advise her. “We don’t want to rush things. He might become frightened if he isn’t ready for us.”

She grumbles but also understands. My wolf is a little bit different than most. It has to do with my very unique, some would even say impossible