Chapter 12

"What mate?" I snapped, trying to sound mean as my brows arched while I peered at my witch mother, who seemed to smile now as she scanned her eyes over the necklace around my neck.

"There is something you are hiding from me. You have found her" She squinted her eyes and I shrugged, swirling over to the bed to pick up the towel that had dropped on it, ignoring her inquisitive eyes, which were all over me.

It has been two days since I met my werewolf mate, and I am forcing my brain to forget her as we have nothing in common, even when her face keeps popping up in my head.

I can't fall for anyone. Talk more about a random she-wolf who should be an enemy. I know she saved me, but I can only hope she is fine. There is no way I would give sense to love in my heart; love is a weakness that makes one vulnerable and leads to their death, as they would turn soft and would easily be gotten by the enemy.

I used to think love was a beautiful thing; I thought it would make one fee