The Witch On The Mountain

Chalter 31

I shrunk closer to Nathan in the uncomfortable chair, the clinical scent of the doctor's office invading my senses. Women of varying degrees of pregnancy were scattered around the room their mates all pinned to their sides.

My mind flashed to yesterday.

It was a lazy morning, Nathan and I were wrapped around each other under our bed sheets. Both of us wide awake but too content in laying together. He shifted strands of my hair lazily with his finger as we stared up and the ceiling.

"My father's at the door." Nathan mumbled not moving.

"How do you know that?" I asked not moving either.

"I can sense him." He mumbled stopping his random patterns.

"What are you going to say to him." I said watching as he bent to return I've his clothing.

"Stick to the truth as much as you can, if you lie he can tell. Don't mention anything about you being part demon or your father. I don't think it's a good idea to make him or the pack know about him." He said as I rose to join him.

"Ok." I said pulling on one of his oversized shirts.

He exhaled as he engulfed me in his arms. " I want them to accept you before they judge you." He mumbled kissing my forehead. I nodded in understanding.

As we exited the room Nathan's father was standing in the common area, his hands folded as if waiting for us to emerge.

His eyes briefly looked at his son then focused on me, analyzing me, scrutinizing me. Nathan stepped to shield me from his view.

'Protective'

"You've had ample time to bond." He said leaning against a nearby table. "Explain how is it a girl managed to kill a covent that's been around form my grandfather's time." His words served as a reminder that those old hags were a lot older than they seemed.

Nathan tensed still standing before me. I reached out caressing his forearm, he relaxed slightly.

"They tried to sacrifice her for her magic. She defended against them and thankfully she was the victor."

"Step aside. Let your mate speak for herself." His father directed at him, his tone sending shivers down my spine. His voice held a command that couldn't be contradicted.

Nathan growl in defiance.

I stepped closer partially revealing myself to the older wolf.

" I was able to defeat them because they had been siphoning my magic into a necklace from I was a child. With the seal on it broken years of accumulated magic was at my disposal." I volunteered a half truth.

His father's piercing stare made my skin crawl uncomfortably.

I really hated Nathan's father.

"She did it mostly on luck." Nathan spoke up bringing my attention back to him.

His father looked back at me as if not fully accepting him son's answer.