Hunji: A Broken Wolf & The Last Witch of Andora

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ur Queen, Lamia: To find the witch Morga

sterday morning. Causing me to run in wolf form, find a cave in the foothills of the Andora Mountain ran

side the capital where the Megaron was situated in Bozgvol. I shifted back into my human form behind a house on the outsk

country, surrounded by a border of low-laying mountains rich with quartz. most structures were made

ds to the scholars and rich. Nine years ago, I had come here under orders in search of the chosen. My mentors believed that if the new queen had been born, it wou

emeralds from the richest of mines. When she smiled, you couldn’t help but smile back at her, the warmth of that smile seeping deep into your heart. Even my cold dead heart had reacted, my wolf, Ruda had whimpered at the sight of her. Mentally

ctive. I thought I was in love with her. Both my wolf and I looked forward to spending every day with her, the reason we convinced ourselves to ge

earlier than expected. I left with them under the disguise of

what scared me about her, that her innocence could be taken advantage of, and her ability to forgive would be used against her. The more I got to know Lamia the more I realized, I wasn’t in love with her, I just loved her. A simple love, akin to an

f shifters, and her now mate Mathias, the king of be

ind him and bring him home because she couldn’t. She trusted me with the job she couldn’t and then gave me the task of finding a witch. Morgan. The

that shouldn’t be here, and the one that shouldn’t be alive. By all accounts, I should have died 13 years ago. A question I always ask myself, every time my e

e it. The last three years have just been a prelude to something bigger, something yet unseen and unknown. Lamia and Mathias may be the main characters

nd I see a sign for a bed and breakfast. It was late in the afternoon, too l

ately pops up from whatever held her attention, her eyes meeting mine and roaming over my stature before bringing them back to my face and

help me, with more than just a room. But I Ignore the way she looks at me, her pink

t meeting her stare, not wanting to engage an

widening with excitement and look away quickly. I don’t want to go there, can’t be

Bhakhil and threw down two silver coins. Reaching for the key the girl’s hand lands on top of mine “I would be more than happy to help you relax sir

making sure she gets the gist. She doesn’t because her fingers are gently stroking mine. I whi

nt of other males is enough to put me off. The girl was obviously a prostitute if not then she had serious commitment issues “Is thi

She

ike one.” Her eyes widened with the realization that I was a shifter, and she snatche

he spat out now angry that I had call

th a light green quilt covering it. A white nightstand sat beside it and a matching dresser was on the opposite wall behind the door. On the far left was another open door leading to the bathroom. Loo

urning on the shower, stepping in before the water had even warmed up. The coolness o

place. I knew 'home' would no longer be at Mac-Tire, instead, I would be moving to Riocht with the King and queen, still serving as the queen’s second in command and Tobias would be ser

alming my dick, and running a rough hand over it to clean it. It had been years since I had touched a woman and given in to my desires.

d away. I wouldn’t allow myself to get lost in her to take her innocence. I should have because almost every day since then I thought about that moment

ed Tawny’s yellow eyes looking up at me, her chest heaving and her heart racing. She licked

growled low into her ear. It took all my strength to wal

ng away from her, I should have dragged her to the bed and torn her clothes off. Licked her gleaming black skin from head to toe, bit her

all “Tawny” I whispered her name as my dick jerked in my hand with its last stream of seed spilling out into the open. I gave m

t the angry scars of my past that litter my chest, back, and further down my legs. My whole body was covered in scars. One of

ing, my father... My eyes settled on my dick now hidden beneath the white towel where the evidence from the lick of the whip tip dipped in silver & wolfsbane marred my

my mate, and even still - I knew I would never be forgiven in the eyes of the moon goddess. Despite what the priestess had said to me, I knew my crime was not justifiable. There was always another way, thing

oint contemplating my earlier life choices. The past was just that - the past. There was nothing I

healing, many years of studying, and many years of training, I finally unders

l, the chosen one. I knew I would follow her, protect her, serve her in any way she asked, in any way she needed. Lamia,

respected me, not because I was their teacher and mentor, it was i

rs, I had still been lost in myself. Alone. Still trying to find my place in my new life, where I belonged on this new continent. T

xtreme circumstances. The fashion was old realm-y, compared to the casual jeans and tees they wore there. There were-folk shifted all the time. Didn't just rely

command. My fated was the only one for me. I would never take a

in Andora. For Lamia, for my Queen - No one else. It’s because she asked that I am here searching f

her home. That wa