BENS POV
I left Luke with Miguel, making an excuse about needing to shower. Okay, it wasn't really an excuse; I did need one. Pack members were actively avoiding me, telling me all I needed to know about my stench. I just really wanted to get back to the packhouse. I'd left the witch, Clara, in my room with a short promise to return as soon as possible.
She wasn't like anything I'd been expecting. I'd found her in the southern region of our state, guided by the humans rumors of a witch who lived in the forest. I'd been prepared for an old hag-like woman that I'd have to fight tooth and nail to convince to come with me. Not a beautiful blonde with shimmering brown eyes and her four year old daughter.
And certainly not a mate.
At first, I'd thought it was some magic she'd spelled me with
