Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

lip. She wanted the cure to her lycanthropy, and though that’s what I also

wanted, something about it still stung.

A muscle in my jaw tensed as Alia dumped the cup of Savannah’s urine

into the beaker. I leaned forward, anxious for the solution to turn red. But it

didn’t.

Alia gasped and took several steps back as the contents of the beaker

turned a blueish purple and began bubbling. “Oh, no!”

She dropped into a crouch as the beaker exploded, sending glass shards

across the room.

I was up in a flash, drawing Savannah’s body to my chest as the scalding

projectiles embedded into my back. Growling at the pain, I looked down at

Savannah, who was trembling.

“It didn’t turn red,” she whispered.

I said nothing because I’d seen it, too, and I had no fucking clue what that

meant. The wounds on my back began to heal, and the glass shards dropped

to ground as my body ejected them. Once I was certain Savannah was

unharmed, I turned to Alia, who was inspecting the mess on her table.

“Damn. That’s never happened before,” she muttered.

“Yes, but what does it mean?” Savannah crossed toward Alia, wringing

her hands in worry.

The potion maker inspected the base of the beaker with a frown. “Well, it

means that it’s not fucking lycanthropy, and now there’s pee everywhere.”

Savannah braced herself against the table. “So I can’t be cured?”

My stomach knotted. What the hell had they done to her?

Alia sighed, traces of remorse in her beautiful features. “I’m sorry. I don’t

know what this is, and the only cure I have is for lycanthropy. If you were to

take it, it would likely kill you. It’s too risky.”

Savannah strode to the window overlooking the balcony, hugging herself

tightly. Her deep melancholy tore at me, and my wolf surged in my chest. I

stepped close and gently touched my hand to her back, subtly pushing my