Bound By Magic Or Fate? ( book one)
The witches glance up to see them, Azalea screaming and running to Alaric, throwing herself at him in a tangle of limbs as his arms wrap around her.
“Have fun tormenting the other wolves?” He looks at her, smiling.
Azalea rolls her eyes and pouts. “No. I haven’t gotten a single spell right this week.” She hugs Alaric tighter as Zander saunters into the room.
“Right,” he claps his hands together, “you two have a lot to get sorted this week so the witches will help in any way we can. A lot of witches from other covens are coming to the wedding, as are many packs from all over.” Alaric looks towards Zander, confused.
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