Prologue I pant allowing her to descend and take in my harden c*ck. Her sharp nails trail along the hard planes of my chest, dragging them teasingly as her heated core wraps around my length. I could feel her walls stretching to accommodate me, her breathing shallow as a moan slips pass her juicy lips. " That's right little witch take all of me." I breathed out.  She was tight, hot, and wet. I nearly collapse at the amount of pleasure I felt just by being inside her.  "You're mine." I said in a rough possessive tone as my c*ck break through her maidenhead. Her thighs shook, a painful gasp slips past her lip

ARЄS"Prince Ares you cannot come out of bed. You are too weak my child." Madame Lucia protested pushing my weak body to the mattress.  I glared at her in defiance as much as I could. "Lucia tonight is the full moon , what remains of my wolf is seeking to emerge. My wolf is restless. Please Lucia I need to feel the earth one last time before I go."  Her azure eyes narrow. "Nonsense child, you will not die! King Zachary and Queen Isabela are seeking for a cure." My face sadden. I was at the brink of death. I could feel it and I was certain they could smell it. Wolves' senses were heightened. Death clung to the room, its scent putrid. It is not long until my

Rȗҽ Death. The scent clung to the air. It was putrid and my heightened senses made it all the worse. I amble through the woods finding myself following the scent of death.I didn't know why but I felt an unmistakable pull. The sound of the leaves dancing on the branches as the breeze brush passed relaxed me all the more. It was like a continuous chant pulling me in further.The earth beneath my boots was not damp anymore and the trail I followed was cleared of crazy roots that usually peeked out from the dirt.The more I walked the more the scent of death got stronger and the more I got further away from home.I could only hope that no wolves could take the scent of me, they would surely not be happy to know a hybrid was lurking insi

ȤeƒerI shift back to my human form, my bones cracking back into place. I looked down at Michael's dead wolf. Bastard thought he had a chance against me.  Ester coughs, blood spurting out of her mouth as she weakly drags her body to her dead mate. I had teared the flesh of her neck, the witch will not live. Still I watched as she dragged her body to the useless dog, it was amusing. Mericel had indeed cloaked us as if we were Zachary and Isabela. Ester was surprised to see us, stuttering as she let us in.  She had awkwardly laughed as she blabbed about not yet finishing the potion. Ofcourse I did not care, in fact I was pleased to know that she had not  finished it. 

Rȗҽ*13 years later*A green silk dress hugged my enticing figure. It reaches just an inch above my knees with a split to the side, showing off my creamy flesh. High knee black boots fitted on my feet, the bottom walking over tiny pebbles on the ground. On my head, a green witches hat covering the top of my lengthy icy blonde hair that whooshed over my shoulders. The moonlight casted a soft glow on my radiant form, I would be hard to miss. I was a witch and I loved to act the part. My fingers tighten on the broom as I walk, Cylester on my shoulders. "Rue are you sure you want to enter that bar? You of all people know the kind that goes there to quench the