Page 7 of Bewitching Her Monsters

The crazy witch leans over to lure me in with her luscious, hypnotizing breasts. Then she tempts my wolf-half with treats.

I have to stay strong.

“You’rethe one who was following me, remember?” She places her hands on her hips. “And now you’re going to play me like this?”

I’m shocked that she’s just calling me out. It’s a damned challenge, is what it is.

But my wolf is intrigued and right now, he wants nothing more than to dive into her cleavage with his snout.

Down, boy!

Dammit, it’s been far too long since we’ve had a nice rut. But this witch might kill me. My wolf’s arguing it might be worth it.

“I guess you think you’re pretty smart,” the woman sasses me. “Well, we’ll see… you know, you’ll be more comfortable inside. Come on, I have something soft and warm for you to rest your head on.”

I can’t help it. My brows rise, wondering what’s up with her. Is she really trying to seduce me? Is this a trap? Some part of me wonders if she is actually clueless about who she’s dealing with. She must be. Otherwise, she’s either crazy brave, crazy powerful, or just plain crazy.

The witch casually spins and saunters back toward her front door.

And now she’s playing hard to get?

With a shake of her head, she peeks over her shoulder and says, “Poor skittish baby.”

Skittish baby!

I slowly stand up and follow her. I have to know why she was watching us at the bar. Thankfully, she didn’t live far away. I wasn’t thinking it through when I shifted and chased after her car.

“You want something to eat? You want some of my meat?”

What the actual fuck?But my legs carry me after her.

She opens the front door and keeps it wide after she slips inside, waiting for me to decide to fall into her devious trap or not.

I amnota skittish baby, so to prove this, I trot inside confidently and glance around, sniffing the air.

Now that I’m within biting distance, I pause and stare up at her.

Slowly, she shuts the door, allowing me the chance to bolt instead of attacking her. But I cautiously watch her as she does. The witch won’t intimidate me.

In the full light of the house, her eyes widen as she sees how massive my wolf really is.

I’m huge, even for a wolf shifter. I could give a mastiff a run for its money.

“Youareabigboy, aren’t you?” She chuckles, mostly to herself. “But I’m sure you get that all the time from the girls.” She waggles her eyebrows. “You can stay as long as you’d like, but don’t cause any trouble,” she warns me. “I have some other hostages here who I’d rather you be friends with if you’re going to be my new friend.”

I chuff with that. I cannot believe the set of crystal balls on this witch!

“Oh, sweetie! Would you like some water?” the witch asks with genuine concern. She hurries toward her kitchen with her groceries and tosses them in the fridge. She gets out a dog water bowl, fills it with filtered water, and sets it down in front of me.

Huh?

My wolf almost accepts this offering.

But I remind him she might have poisoned it.

He disagrees. Why the fuck isheon Team Witch? He usually hates witches—and for a good reason.

I don’t drink. Instead, I give her my best approximation of an indignant look.

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