"What's that smell?" My wolf, Storm's, voice is sudden and loud, making my head throb. As soon as he speaks, the most incredible scent I’ve ever known hits my nose, sending my senses into overdrive. It's a blend of strawberries and cinnamon, instantly drawing me forward, my feet moving of their own accord.
As I weave through the crowd, the smell intensifies, and suddenly, everything happens so fast that my head spins. A scent like that can only mean one thing... I’ve found my mate. The realiz...

Her mom's a witch.
Her dad's a demon.
And she just wants to be ordinary.
I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on a...