The night is early and the moon is full, its eerie light illuminating the waking grounds of Witch’s Hollow. The black cat sits and waits, wanting and eager with anticipation. Ever year she yearns for Halloween, the best night of the year.

In the distance, she finally hears it – the werewolf’s howl. Its deep cry startles the bats and makes her body shudder in remembrance of their time together last year. Soon they will be together again and this time, she’s determined to make this year’s Halloween even better. In a bag beside her she has goodies tucked away – her holiday “treats” if you will – vials of varying potions, the Raven’s signature moonshine, and ahem other things to keep this night interesting and fun.

With a tingle of dark magic in their air, she can sense that the werewolf is near, and sure enough his lumbering black body emerges from the tree line across the Hollow. His chest heaves, he scents the air, and then beaming red eyes catch her waiting at the wall. He’s fast, moving like a blur – or a 200 pound freight train ready to crash into her. But he’d never hurt her, not like that. Not her wolf.

The bond they share is magical and powerful, its strength increasing with every foot of distance shredded between them. When they meet, it’s like a bomb explodes, engulfing their bodies in heat and merging their bodies into one.

Possessive and lustful, dark and powerful – only time will tell if this relationship of theirs is truly a treat or just another Halloween trick.

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