Mated to the Alpha Don
The swirling currents tugged at us, threatening to pull us apart, but we pressed on, driven by the need to locate her.
I felt the crushing weight of despair closing in on me, she was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, I felt the water around me practically still, the strong current receding into practically nothing. I moved forward determinedly, hoping against hope that this unnatural turn of events meant I could find my witch. A flash of movement caught my eye. There, struggling against the water’s grasp, was Amaya. Her leg had a huge gash on it, blood seeping out of it and mixing with the water around her. She must have been injured during the jump. Without hesitation, I propelled myself toward