Derek cussed, as he heard the offer of the witch girl. He might kill off the small girl at this rate. She couldn’t be more than 18 years.

“No, I’m not.” Emma replied, and Derek soughed in relief.

“Just tell me why you are here.” She stated, drowning her curiosity. Of course, she was interested in the girl’s side of story on why she was scenting this way that seemed to cause the guys to drool at her but she had a feeling that it will come at a steep price. She wasn’t ready for that.

She would have to accept that she was scenting this way either because of...