NOLA REYNOLDS

The Lycan’s Witch had said that I was healing well, Just as she sipped the ginger brew that was meant for me from the small white bone china cup, the blackened end of her pinkie finger raised daintily.

“Aye, this is the good stuff.” Ma Jules cooed, before sighing heavily and banging the cup on the bedside drawer, and leaning toward me to stretch her hand across my forehead before I wrenched my head so far back that I saw the galaxies.

Can't have been me she was about to feel up with those talons. Werewolves didn't see right with just one eye.

The witch snickered before leaning...