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 ...