Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

“So,” I said bitterly, “I’m a werewolf now. What do I need to know to get

by until we find a cure? Like, how not to wolf out and eat people.”

“We don’t do that,” Sam snapped.

“Well, as someone who’s nearly been mauled by rampaging werewolves

multiple times, it’s a fair question.”

“You know it’s not.”

“Your emotions and basal instincts will be heightened,” Jaxson cut in, his

gravelly voice instantly calming my fluctuating nerves and sending tingles up

my spine. “You’ll need to control them, or you’ll risk shifting.”

Just the sound of his voice heightened my basal instincts. I was so

screwed.

“Anger is the worst of them.” Sam shoveled a pile of eggs onto each of

the plates and brusquely slid them across the counter with a lingering glare.

“It’s the primary trigger.”

That checks out, I thought, recalling the events of last night. “If I trigger a

shift, is there a way to stop it?”

“You’ll have to calm your emotions enough to get control. If you don’t,

your wolf will take over, especially since you’re new to shifting,” Sam said.

If this morning was any indication, controlling my emotions was going to

be difficult. “And if I can’t control them?”

Sam arched her brows and fixed Jaxson with a discerning look. “Jaxson is

the only one who’ll be able to help you.”

Of course. I was an out-of-control monster, and the only person who

could help me tame my beast was Jaxson freaking Laurent. The same person

who spiked my lust and anger with every move. The universe had a sick

sense of humor.

I felt his burning gaze on me, and my pulse quickened. I didn’t like the

way things were between us. Something had changed, and I wasn’t sure if it

was a good or bad thing. I recalled hazy flashes of him finding me last night,

and then I’d woken up in his bed naked. Shit, I hope we didn’t—