“What do you mean half witch?” Charlotte spluttered. “My mom was a werewolf. Even if we never saw her shift, my brother would have sensed it if she wasn’t one.”
What he was saying just didn’t add up. Werewolves could sense each other and Greg had gone through his first shift before she’d died, so he would have known if she wasn’t one. And even if she wasn’t super close with her dad, he probably would have mentioned something like this had he known.
“I guess I could be technical and say a quarter witch,” Shaun replied. “Your mom was the half witch.”
“How exactly did you come by this conclusion?” Liam asked, sounding skeptical as well.
Just minutes ago, Charlotte’s body had been humming with pleasure and anticipation at her mate’s touch, but now she just felt cold. Needing the warmth
