(Third Person's POV)
Needing a hug, Tabatha lunged at Trent and hugged him only to gasp when she felt the sparks. Tabatha jumped back from the hug and looked at Trent with wide eyes. Trent wasn’t expecting his mate to hug him like that, so he was scratching the back of his neck nervously.
“You… you’re my mate?” Tabatha asks, shock lacing her voice.
“I am” Trent admitted.
“B-but that’s impossible. I was told I could never have a mate because I’m a dark witch” Tabatha said. Tabatha and Trent heard a growl of pleasure coming from the house. Tabatha looked towards the house but Trent kept his eyes on his mate. Tabatha took a deep breath and opened a portal before stepping through it. Trent looked at the ground heart broken wondering if Tabatha will ever give him a chance. Suddenly, vines
