IT'S A BETRAYAL OF OUR RACE!

Third POV

"A witch?" Wyatt frowned, a look of absurdity written on his face. "Harper, are you joking? How could you possibly be a witch? You're my mate. The mate bond is here, between you and me. I can feel your heartbeat, your warmth, your emotions. You're a werewolf, Harper, just like me."

Harper shook her head, tears streaming down her face. Wyatt's questioning felt like invisible hands tightly strangling her throat, taking away all the oxygen from her lungs. She struggled to speak, "Wyatt, I can't believe it either. I might be a hybrid of witch and werewolf."

"Who told you these?" Wyatt pulled Harper into his arms, kissing her forehead gently. "I've never heard of werewolves and witches having offspring. Interspecies are dangerous. It's a lie, Harper."

Harper's voice broke as she sobbed, "No, Wyatt, I hate to know this. But everything I've been through tells me it might be true."

Wyatt released Harper, his lips tightly pressed together. "Tell me more," he said, his gaze scanning H