Valerie's POV

"Who does he think he is to speak to me like that?!" I yelled, hurling a flower pot to the wall in rage. "I pray he meets that unfortunate mate of his dead. Let's see how he plans to keep any more mate."

I inhaled deeply, recalling his words. "A witch and a werewolf can never happen!"

Instantly, I let out a shrill scream. I grabbed the nearest item, and hurled it to the wall, but something strange and unexpected happened - The cup I threw disappeared, making no sound.

I was stunned. My eyes scanned the unkempt room, trying to understand what had just happened. I hadn't...