The Witch's Wolf
Every wolf looked forward to their 18th birthday, it was when their wolf would fully awaken and the search for their soulmate began.
Gerwulf only gave a short laugh," Eloise I have a bad feeling about tonight.... maybe my mate is going to reject me? I'm a bastard, I was born with bad luck." He ran a hand through his blood red hair, the only thing that gave him away as a hybrid. Only somebody born of a witch could have such a color. "My claim to being a future alpha is... well, it's nonexistent. Even if I bare the mark, Hylda will always fight for either Keifer or Delmar to succeed. What could I possibly offer somebody?"
Eloise frowned hard, trying her best to stay happy for him. It was her j
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