No Longer Wanted Stories

👣🐾🔮Witches Don't Howl, Right?/ The Witch's Mutt🔮🐾👣

Chapter 1:

DeaPOV.:

In mediocris. I thought, waving my hand over my head. I could feel my self shrink, and butterfly like wings sprout from my upper back. Now, to find shelter. As I zipped thought the forrest, I kept an open eye for a good shelter.

"Perfectus!!!" I squealed as I landed on a log next to the giant tree. Turning the tree with twists and designs, I turned it into a little house. A tree house. Once inside, I unpacked everything and left again. When I reached the ground, I chanted a spell to turn into a white tailed deer. Now, to look for food.

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AshtonPOV.:

I sighed in delight as I, now shifted into my grey and white wolf, ran through the woods. I was out hunting along with other pack members. And as odd as it is for the soon to be Alpha to go out hunting with the others, it relaxed me.

As I trotted around, I froze at the sound of soft breathing and the clomps of hooves on the hard, dry ground. 'Perfect!' I snarl, creeping closer to the sound. I turn around once, to make sure no one was around. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a tall, female, white tailed deer sniffing the ground and slowly chew on the grass. It wasn't brown, instead it was a light purple color with a tuff of a pale yellow colored fur on top of its head, but I ignored it.

Preparing myself, I pounced on the deer. Not even looking at it, I bite it's neck, but not enough to kill it. As barbaric as it is to hunt for fun, I don't like to make the prey suffer, so I put it unconscious. When the doe finally stopped moving, I turn to see it. It was definitely a female, and it's eyes, they were abnormal. They were a lilac color, and looked almost human. Not only that, but I felt a pull towards it.

Just as I was about to drag it away, it shifted into a girl. She was blonde with lilac eyes, her face was filled with freckles along with her shoulders. Her skin was fair. In respect, I averted my eyes from her naked frame for a minute before I shifted back to normal and picked her up. Mate! My wolf cried when I picked her up. Sighing once again, I ran towards the pack house, not before throwing on a small dress over her and pulling on some swim trunks. What are you my little mate?

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Chapter 2:

AshtonPOV.:

As I was carrying the girl up the hill that lead to the pack house, some she-wolves glared at the girl or growled in anger. I didn't even know why, heck, I didn't even know what my mate was, but that was probably because all I was thinking was to keep her safe, not to figure out what she was.

Finally, once I reached my room, on the west wing of the pack house, I put the girl on my bed, in the most comfortable position I could put her in. "Mater..." She mumbled in a foreign language. "Ibi lupum homo post Aliquam vos- MATER!!!" Her eyes popped open.

"H-hey there, take it easy." I told her softly, allowing some space between us, but not enough for her to run away.

"Lupus homo. Vos sunt lupus homo." She whispered.

"What? I don't speak... whatever that was. Do you speak English?" I asked.

She blinked before glaring at me. "I do speak English, you are a werewolf, no?"

I couldn't help but swoon over her accent. "I am, and you are?"

"I am Dea." She replied proudly. (A/N: I am Groot! *in baby Groot voice*)