New Orleans (2) - (Storm's Point of View)

Arm in arm, we head off, walking in the direction of the Pawn Shop, glancing at the quaint shops littered around the street. Once or twice I feel a few long stares, but I shake off the feeling and move closer to my mate.

"Storm!"

We both turn at the sound of my name, watching as the young handsome warlock crossed the street, grinning widely when he sweeps me into a tight hug. We have the same height and build, but his eyes are mischievous green and his curls pitch-black.

"Callum, I can't breathe!" I protest, laughing even as I hug him back just as tightly.

"You smell so damn good. Goddess! What have you been drinking?" He inhales my smell deeply, and I'm about to pull back when with a growl, I'm pulled away from my friend and tucked into my mate's side.

A friend who has a death wish because he doesn't seem afraid of Makai's anger. Instead, he grins, giving Kai a long approving glance, and whistling appreciatively.