CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY EIGHT

Aliya’s eyes are sharp and she looks a little battered but very much alive as she looks at the beautiful wolf shifter.

My eyes follow her.

For a minute, I falter, “That’s not – She’s a shif-“

“She’s a half breed,” Aliya says, her voice filled with an animosity that I’ve rarely heard from her.

Everybody in the courtyard freezes and all eyes turn to Carmine whose face is stiff.

“How is that possible?” Rock breathes. “She’s a shifter.”

“I can smell it in her blood,” Aliya hisses. “One of her parents had witch blood.”

I see a cold calculation enter Carmine’s eyes and I see them flicker towards Clara, who is standing a few feet away from her, holding my son.

I’m moving at the same time she is.

My hand transforms and I slash it against her cheek, pushing her back as I shove Clara out of the way, growling, “Inside! Take him inside!”

Carmine snarls and I see the humanity stripped of her face, as she makes another attempts at my son. My people move in her path a