I looked at Mason, his expression soft, and his hand grazed mine softly, making me tremble.
He leaned down, his breath fanned over my face, I tipped my face in order to receive the kiss he was offering me, but we both were startled by a loud booming voice.
“Daisy,” Dad shouted my name.
“Yes, Dad coming,” I answered, pushed him aside, and headed toward Dad.
A heavy groan followed me and I grinned.
I found Dad in the middle of a group discussing something.
“What happened, Dad?” I asked as I noticed the serious expressions on the werewolf’s face.
He gestured to me to come toward him and explained the situation to me.
“These werewolves have internal magic in them, I think you should put a protective symbol on them and that would give them immunity against demonic attacks. By this, they
