Tessa walked in on her son's mate's initiation. Her senses had spiked to the roof once she walked into the room. She had suspected something felt off as soon as she walked into the compound but she wasn't sure.

Her senses couldn't have been playing tricks on her, she smelt a witch! She walked around the room sniffing up everyone. The smell came from the black head wearing her white gown. Her sons mate!

"Who exactly are you?" Tessa's voice thundered through the room.

"Mother, that's my mate. Her name is Amaya." Antonio replied like a chirpy high school girl that just got a date with a popular guy.

"I asked the witch Antonio, not you." Tessa relied with a hint of vexation in her voice.

"My name is Amaya ma'am." Amaya forced the words out her mouth like she couldn't speak.

The room went silent as the sound of Tessa's hands connecting with Amaya's face vibrated through the room.