Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

I slumped down and put my head in my hands as I tried to grip the bull by

the horns.

So, I was a werewolf now.

I tried the thought on for size, like a new pair of jeans. I didn’t like it one

bit, but I wasn’t sure if this was something I could just return.

Inhaling deep breaths, I let my chest rise and fall. Okay. Where did being

a werewolf leave me, other than screwed?

Worst-case scenario, this was now my life. Overwhelming sensory input,

agonizing bone-snapping transformations, lots of hair everywhere. Potential

for fleas. Benefits: none.

Best-case scenario, there was a way to fix this.

Either way, I still had a madman trying to abduct me, and being a

werewolf didn’t change that.

Impending death really had a way of putting things in perspective. I

clambered to my feet with a low growl as my aches and pains reasserted

themselves.

There was going to be a way to fix this. And after I found it, I was going

to find whoever was responsible for this shit and make them pay.

I cleaned myself up as best I could and returned to the bedroom with the

bedsheet wrapped around me like a toga. Sam was sitting at the foot of the

bed while Jaxson stood by the window, arms crossed. He turned to me, worry

and exhaustion clouding his face.

“Right, then, I’m a werewolf. How do we fix this?” I looked between

Jaxson and Sam, feeling unexpectedly rational about the situation. Well,

rational and pissed.

Jaxson took a step forward, but I shook my head as I stepped back. “I

need answers. Is this lycanthropy? Is there a cure?”

He flexed his hands. “I’m not sure. Lycanthropy is extremely rare.

There’s a potion master who might know more.”

“That’s a start.” A sliver of hope peeked out of the darkness in my soul.