My Forbidden Love: Witch x Werewolf

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iage abruptly stopped in a forest known to be the most dangerous

ed due to some issue with the horses or the wheels. Aunt Mag even cursed the poor horses when they neighed and halted,

ng the figure ahead. A few meters in front of the carriage stood an imposing man dress

ith her inseparable fan in hand. Her middle-aged face had contorted int

ing they'll die. Despicable race!" she said with disdain, but just seeing the silhouette of t

sked, swallowing hard. "Wha

e harm me. Now, let me deal with this bastard so we can get out of this cursed forest before the damned w

my people lived. Aunt Mag hadn't told me anything about it, but I knew she was planning to marry me off to the Li

that I was useless, especially when I turned fifteen and my magic never manifested as it usually does for all wizards at that age. Aunt Mag called me a "wound," magicless, and human, as a pejorative term.

c appearance," she told me, "so I can try to arrange a pro

riage for me; I didn't want any of thi

her umbrella covering her head to keep from getting wet. "This is my carriage, and I'm heading t

head; it was as if he was laughing. "You witches and your exaggerated airs. What nonsense," said the man with

om the reins and flee. The coachman nearly fell when he tried to pull the reins to

you don't have the courtesy of a wizard.

owly. At that moment, my heart started beating with fea

ve the audacity to leave me here in this

to strangers," my au

e there's something precious in your carriage, witch," he said while his dark eyes were on me, looking at

thief," Aun

him; his hair hidden under a hood was black and long, his skin was brown, and his eyes were as dark as t

uted, already wanting to give her orders, but

stranger asked, stating he was now controlling the horses. I gasped in shock; only wolves had that dom

hen why dare to interact with witch folk like us? Hasn't the Council de

h woman? Certainly, none of them would want

ill be punished, wolf!" A

ase the horses, but you leave the girl with me," the werewol

mad!" my aunt said,

smile and a playful look, as if he was thoroughly en

fast that one moment I was being pulled from the carriage, and the next, I was hang