Anderson sighed pulling me in for a hug blood and all. He began to chuckle and I raised my socked foot stomping on his toes.
"Ow!" He laughed.
"This isn't funny Anders." I sniffed, "I'm serious."
"I know." He tightened his grip on me, "But honey, it was bound to happen."
"You dont understand you are a werewolf!"
"So are you Quinn."
"But I was raised strictly as a witch. I just took a life, a soul!"
"Lower your voice so Jett wont hear you." He commanded softly. "Because you are more than one being, you will have different tendencies-"
"Anderson," I looked up at him, "I feel like my witch is dying."
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An Alpha and His Queen
Lobisomem"Announcing Quinnleigh Mayfair, Princess of fraction One, First Heir to the thrown." Quinn is a Witch. She was raised to live and breathe that fact. She was even trained ruthlessly by her Father the King despite the fact he had a soft spot for his o...
