Demus sighed, watching to two Lunas enjoy themselves, and wondering why it made him happy. He had learned to expect the unexpected in life, but what had happened yesterday shocked him to his very core.
He never thought about having a mate, since he had to avoid contact with other witches and warlocks, fearing they would curse him with that spell and steal his magic, which was so woven in to who he was he knew he would not survive without it. What remained of him would be a shell, an empty shell more like a zombie than a living being. He lived the life of a hermit, the few exceptions his forays into using werewolves to exact revenge upon Jacob.
Then, not even 24 hours ago, his life had been turned upside down by fate. He had teleported to a remote location in the mountains to get ingredients for his various potions, he was low on a plant he needed to make Bret's potion, and a few others. The area was so remote that he had never seen so much as an animal in the area.
