Alastair sighed and stood up from the ground.
“I just needed some fresh air, but I have to go now.”
“Alastair, I can feel your misery. I’m your friend, remember? You can tell me everything, and I will try to help you.”
Alastair closed his eyes and sighed. Even though Farlan asked him to stay quiet and go back to his mate, he decided he would be honest, like always.
“Marge, you are putting me in trouble.”
Marge’s eyes widened.
“What do you mean?”
“Grace is jealous of you.”
Marge laughed out loud.
“Poor Luna. How come a werewolf doesn’t trust the mate bond?”
That made Alastair smile, too.
“She says that you are a witch, and she believes you can deal with that, too.”
Marge shook her head, still smiling.
“I could, indeed. But only if you and she give me permission to do that.”
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