I dreamt all night about that wolf. The pull I felt toward her was so intense it unsettled me. When I finally woke up, I felt like a herd of wild animals had trampled me. Opening the door to leave, I found a warrior stationed outside.
"Hey there, cutie. Am I allowed out, or am I under house arrest?" I asked, flashing a sarcastic smile. The guy shot me a disdainful side-eye, his expression practically dripping with disdain.
Stupid wolves, Andrew was the only one who had behaved like a decent person so far; he didn't treat me like the plague only because I was a witch.
I never understood the deep-seated hatred wolves had for us. Historically, they were the ones who sought to dominate shifters and witches for more power, not the other way around. All we ever did was defend ourselves.
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