“We’re shape-shifters; all of us have magic in us. Some of us just have more than others. I happen to be a hybrid though, leaving me with a few extra goodies from my mother’s witch ancestry.”
He smiled and rolled a purple ball of magic between his fingers before squashing it in his fist.
“Speaking of my mother, she wants you to bring your lover to meet her. She loves the idea of seeing a true winter born. You know how she gets,” Cain said, and Derik rolled his eyes.
“Your mother should be at the pack meeting,” he said, but there was a hint of a smile in his voice.
“My mother would slap you if she were here, so let’s let her do it in private, yeah?
See you tomorrow night at her hut for dinner. Don’t be late, or she’ll put eyeballs in your stew again. That goes for all four of you,” Cai
