Delicious Fragrance

Diana’s POV

‘Diana, wake up. You’re healed now.’ I heard a sweet voice resonating in my head.

‘Who are you?’ I asked, not recognizing it.

‘Your wolf, Arya,’ she responded in the same pitch.

“Arya!” I spoke, opening my eyes. My head hurts.

“I was in the forest. That rouges,” I panicked the next moment.

“Calm down,” she spoke. Her voice was the same as the voice I heard when rogues attacked me.

I relived everything. That white wolf, she helped me. It was she who saved me.

“It was my wolf,” I muttered, but how? My mind was filled with questions.

‘Yes, I’m your wolf, Arya.’ she spoke again.

“What did you say? You’re my wolf, but how is this possible? I don’t have a wolf. I’m a witch.” I shot questions at her.

“Calm down. I know you’re shocked. But, listen to me. I’m your wolf, Arya, and you’re a witch, also.” She responded to my questions. “How is this possible? I didn’t get you when I turned eighteen. You weren’t with me. I had the power of water and fire. Only witches had these powers. H