catch me if you can

She was a witch. The thought ran through Damien's head over again as he stared at Emberlynn. He couldn't believe it. The stupid witch was definitely lying, but with all the things she had shown him, he didn't think it was a lie.

Emberlynn was a witch. His mate was his fucking enemy and part of the cause of his misery.

He had been living with the enemy, eating and even fucking her.

Damien gritted his teeth as he stared at her again. Now he understood the reason he could feel her wolf. She wasn't really a werewolf. Her scent was weak, and she hadn't even shifted in his presence.

He had been tempted to ask but never did and assumed she was a late bloomer.

The question she had asked earlier reverberated in his head: why did he kill her mother?

She was looking at him, perhaps expecting an answer. It was not as if he owed her any explanation, but he still answered anyway.

"I need to do it because your race had vwne prophesied to cause the extinction of werewolves."

Damien added, "They neede