Without Him..

Mistake

We walk quietly out of the hole and listening carefully for wolves and vampires.

Kingston looks at me and then stops.

"What is it Kingston?"

He smiles and grabs my arm.

"I know who can help us with this war! The witches!"

I nod in agreement.

"Of course, why didn't I think of that."

They are the only ones not under the influence of the Moon God.

Kingston takes out his phone and google maps the location of the witch empire.

He points to a small red dot in Canada and then another in Australia.

"If the witches in Canada can't help us. The warlocks in Australia might."

Within in two days we enter the Canadian border and are met by the witchress of the Empire.

"We knew you were coming. You located us so we located you. As for the war brewing among your kind and the Vampires. We will only help if the Warlocks help. I would also like one thing in return, that is if we win the war."

Kingston nods.

"What is it that you want."

The witchress smiles flirtatiously and runs her hand down Kingston's chest.

"I want you."

Kingston laughs in anger.

"Oh heck no! That ain't gonna happen."

I glare at her.

"Over my dead body."

She smiles.

"Let's hope it doesn't go that far, dear."

Kingston slumps to the ground in shock and the witchress continues talking.

"I need a King and being that the Warlock King doesn't want me. I need to find my own mate."

I growl at her.

"No you will not get MY mate. Find your own."

The witchress smirks.

"Well, I could settle for the handsome Irish man. What's his name again? Oh, yes Troy Ashe."

My eyes widen in shock.

"No!! You can't have him. He's mine!"

Before I could rethink what I just said, Kingston had walked out slamming the door behind him.

I lower my eyes. What had I just done.

The Witchress walks out too, turning only to say.

"You can't have them both sweetheart. And it seems Troy is the one you really want."