Salem Rwby Novels & Stories

They are not completely a werewolf either. "They are the child of a werewolf and a witch." The blonde whispered, eyes widening in surprise. "And not just any werewolf and witch - an Alpha male and a covenant leader." Dagmar leaned back in her seat, studying the young she-wolf. "So, where did you hear about them from?"

Rachel pulled her white sweater over her head, casting a quick glance at the clock. Just before eight and the night was already pitch dark. She really didn't feel like going up to the asylum, not after the way Galen called her out earlier, but for the sake of the little boy, she knew she had no choice. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered how Galen held her hand, how her pulse was racing at his touch. He'd accused her of casting a spell on him, but she could say the same about him. If not magic, why else would her body react the way it did?