A SHAMED ZOE

Sia, Maya's wolf, howled in victory, possibly doing a joyous dance of victory in Maya's head as they both watched as Leo turned against Zoe.

"Yess.." Sia said, laughing tangibly. "It seems the effects of the witch's potion is wearing off."

"Probably." Maya agreed, not wanting to spike up a hope that might soon be drenched out. She didn't want to rejoice yet until he could recognize her as his mate; until her scent could be able to drive him crazy with want, like his did her. But then, she couldn't deny the fact that she was glad, so so glad, that she had almost brought out her tongue to mock Zoe. The latter still looked shocked though.

Well, she had been too. She hadn't been expecting him to hold back Zoe's hand. She had only thought that Derek would intercept it before it got to her.

"But our mate came to our aid." Sia opined on a joyful note. Maya thought that her wolf version was just too happy and optimistic.