Agnes "Aggie" MacAskill is a very small and frail girl and comes from a long line of witches and warlocks. She tends to get into a ton of mischief with her Best Friend, Nathan Gonzalez.
Nathan Gonzalez is a rather Tall, but lanky boy who comes from a pack of Werewolves. He gets into trouble with his best friend, Agnes, a whole lot.
A catastrophic even brought them together, but will a minor inconvenience bring them even closer, or tear them apart?
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A snippet from the story:
"Nate, how the hell did know?!" Agnes shouted, her face beet red with anger.
"Because we have been best friends for years! We know everything about each other!" Nathan yelled back, standing over her by a good foot.
"Well why the fuck are you pissed off?! It's not like you are Mated to me!" She glared up at him, her words coming out harsher than she wanted.
Nathan stared down at her, pain and hurt in his features. He quickly shook his head before moving away from her.
"You wouldn't understand, you're a witch." He spat, the hurt and pain he felt when she said that getting to him a bit.
Her eyes widened, the words that fell from his lips hitting her like a bus going down a highway.
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This is my 2nd fantasy book, but my first Werewolf story, so please bare with me while I write this, I'm not familiar with this genre but I wanted to try my hand at it :)
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