(Blake’s POV)“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 feel co

The scene of our first meeting was something that felt like a soothing balm. Each time it crossed my heart, I become softhearted and would only feel the urge to smile and wish to see her again. Especially that moment when she ran to get the drug, when she screamed and leaned close to my face to check if I was dead already; also that point when she sat on the stool beside the bed, locking her pretty eyes with mine."You can't kill her, right?" My mother bawled, breaking my world of thoughts as I cringed and pulled my head up to look at them. Both were standing in front of me with rage filled in their eyes like a lake of fire."I can..." My voice dropped out like a gasp, every hair on my body shooting up as I chilled at everything happening. I couldn't believe it, or could I tell what I would do. My parents won't spare her, and I fear what my mother will do next with her magic powers."Blake, when did you turn into a coward? Your sister wouldn't have given that man a chance if he was a