Ferrara
The old witch and I glared at each other, and she smiled, revealing her chipped yellow teeth.
"I see the heart in you, Ferrara Knox. You will not fail your pack. Your leadership will always come first."
She wasn't wrong. My pack had always come first, and if they were in danger, there was nothing that I would not do to protect them.
"She is one of mine. I made a promise."
"Is she?"
With a frown, I snapped my head up. "Is she what?"
"Enough," the mother snapped.
The crone just continued to grin wickedly. "I don't think it is. The man deserves to know. Surely, he's realized by now that his pack's bond to her is strange. One-sided. Same with his mating bond. He knows what she is. When will he learn that even wolf magic can't touch her?"
My blood ran cold, and I stared at Viol
