[Warning: Self-harm]
{Black Wolf Tribe}
Heath felt like he was dreaming. This was the best day of his life. His Elena asked him to visit her bedroom today. For the past few weeks, he had not even properly seen his mate's face because she refused to meet all of her mates including him.
His mate had not been the same after his father-in-law's death. She shut herself in her room and talked only with a witch master named Gregory. Heath on the other hand felt wary of that witch master. His instincts screamed at him to get his mate away from that beastman. The maddened look in that beastman's eyes was very unsettling and bothered him to no end. Gregory looked like someone that would end the world if given a chance. So his mate's involvement with that witch master worried him but there was nothing he could do. His mate was not even willing to see him or her other mates for him to talk until now.
