Semua Bab The Witch’s Apprentice and the Wolf: Bab 1 - Bab 7

Cael's POVI rubbed my eyes; this place smelled too much of trash. I came to this run-down place to keep an eye on the group of humans by the pool table, tracking them, not following. One of those men was supposed to receive a package, and if my hunch was right, it came from the witches. Then a scent hit me like a brick wall. Not perfume. Not liquor. Not the thick smoke curling in the air. Lavender, mixed with the scent of rain. Though something darker, wilder, and something that clawed at my chest and made it hard to breathe. Her.She stood in the middle of the bar, her shoulders tense, while she scanned the room. Too beautiful for a place like this, that much I knew. Long black hair that tumbled down her shoulders, framing a face that could be a weapon of war. A goddess in torn jeans and an oversized sweater. Her eyes were wide, guarded with lips pressed tight like she knew she didn’t belong here.There was no fear in her; I couldn’t smell it, but that heart of hers was racing, and

Hana's POVThe night air greeted me as I was pushed outside; the cool air felt like a bucket of cold water being thrown at me. I adjusted the straps on the bag and put it over my shoulder. I shoved my hands into my pockets, trying to keep myself calm.Who the hell just comes up to someone and demands things?I should’ve gone home the moment I stepped into that bar, I should have turned around and left. I could have lied to my grandma and told her there was no one here, or that the bar had been burnt to the ground.Maybe I could have just given him the bag, tossed it to him, and called it a night. But no, I was me. And me,I don’t like being told what to do, especially by a wolf with leather boots, broad shoulders, and a jawline that could cut diamonds.The scuff of boots echoed behind me.“Are you following me?” I snapped, not even bothering to glance back as I tried to walk away.“Making sure you don’t trip over your pride,” his voice came, smooth and smug, like he was enjoying this,

Hana's POVThe bag sat between us on the old cedar table, humming faintly with leftover magic. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed tight over my chest, glaring at it like it might sprout fangs.“I nearly got myself killed over that,” I muttered. “What exactly was I carrying? It reeked of power.”Grandma didn’t answer right away; rather, she sat like an ancient queen with her long, black hair, braided to the side, and bits of gray in it. She was busy picking her teeth with a carved bone pick, like this was a lazy evening after dinner, instead of my personal meltdown.Which she caused.Finally, she gave this low, rattling chuckle, like dry leaves tumbling down the sidewalk on a windy day.“Oh, my darling little firefly,” she rasped, her voice somehow both older yet young and teasing, crackling with mischief. “You think the world would entrust you with something truly dangerous? No, no. What you carried…”She leaned forward, lowering her voice like she was about to share the secrets