A woman came into the room and Richard closed the door. She was about half a foot shorter than Richard. Her hair was the color of wheat and tied up in a messy bun. She was wearing a flowy white shirt and pale blue jeans. The smell of magic followed her. It was bright and warm.
“Hi! I’m Jen Meriwether.” She said to me and held out her hand.
I put my paw in it and she shook it with a smile. Now that she was closer, I could smell other things. Something like blood was mixed with the smell of werewolf. What kind of witch was she?
“Jen, this is Gwyn. My mate.” Richard told her proudly.
“Good, you told her. Let’s get this done. I promised Emmalyn I’d be back in time for closing.” Jen replied, letting go of my paw and digging through the purse hanging on her shoulder.
She pulled out two
