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Jenks hesitates a moment more, practically clinging to me as he lets go of the truth he’s kept hidden for so long.

“My mom wasn’t just a wolf. She was a hybrid witch.”

Chapter 14 - Jenks

Sweet trilling outside my bedroom window wakes me, and when I open my eyes, clear, bright sunlight is rippling through the glass panes. After checking that Alisa is still asleep, I get up and carefully pull down the curtain, waving to the little robin perched on the branches on the other side.

I stand over the bed for a few minutes, watching Alisa sleep. Her long hair is spread across the mattress, pale gold strands that glint like sunlight dancing on fresh snow. Her pretty face is turned towards the pillow, but I can see the graceful edge of her cheek and the delicate curve of her red mouth.

She’s the most beautiful and precious thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe I hurt her.

I let my emotions tumble through me, not resisting them for the first time in my life. I feel rejuvenated from the amazing sex last night. Or maybe revived would be a better word.

I’ve walked around for half my life dead inside. Now, I am alive.

Being with Alisa took me to a new world of pleasure and connection I never knew existed. I can suddenly see, with sickening clarity, just how shallow and meaningless my previous encounters were.

Along with those feelings of joy and contentment comes a sliver of fear. I told her things I’ve never told another living soul, and I’ve never been so vulnerable. Ever.

It felt good to tell someone. It felt good to tellher.

Even though I feel exposed, I also feel safe. It’s a new sensation for me, and there is peace inside me where a restless urge to make trouble used to live.

I did everything and anything to avoid facing this pain, and it’s also why I bullied Alisa.

Even though I didn’t directly mention it last night, I’m sure she knows that lashing out at her was just a very stupid way of protecting myself. I hated witches in high school because I thought it was what made my mother so strange and different.

Now I know that’s not it. My mother was a psycho on her own merit. It had nothing to do with being a witch.

Taking one last look at my beautiful wife, I leave the room silently and go straight to the kitchen. I put the coffee on and start mixing up batter. Since we’ve had pancakes a few days in a row, I decide to make waffles today.

I hope Alisa understands me more now. I don’t want to make excuses or try to justify what I did—it was wrong, no matter which way I look at it. I just hope she understands that I was confused and now I’ll do anything to repair the damage I’ve caused.

I’m slicing up her favorite berries and getting ready to whip the cream when I feel a faint tingle down my spine. I turn around quickly to see Alisa on the other side of the counter.

“I almost snuck up on you,” she says, grinning. “You felt me, didn’t you?”

“I did,” I answer, smiling. There’s a quip right on the tip of my tongue about being part witch, but after the way I exposed myself last night, I can’t bring myself to say it.

Alisa just smiles, a gentle look in her eye. To my astonishment, I can see pale, flickering lights around her. Tiny hints of silver and gold glint in the air, as if she’s surrounded by a cloud of glitter.

Is this her aura? Am I really seeing this?

“What are you making?” Alisa asks, sticking her finger into the bowl and slowly licking batter off her finger. I’m so entranced that I just stand there staring at her, not noticing that I’m squishing a strawberry in my hand.

She giggles. “What did that poor strawberry ever do to you to incur such wrath?”

“Huh? Oh, shit!” I drop the strawberry pulp and wipe my hand with a paper towel. “I just… got distracted.”

“You sure did. What are you making?”

“Waffles,” I answer, struggling to return my mind to the task. “I am fairly certain I’m making waffles.”

“Can I help?”

“Nope,” I say, grinning. I turn back to the bench, grab the mug that is already waiting, and pour out some coffee, presenting it to her with a flourish.

“Oh my God, Jenks,” she mutters, taking a sip. “This is perfect.”

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