beautiful, with a gray and auburn coat the likes of which I had never seen
before.
I drank deeply of her scent, so different than when she was a woman.
Richer, deeper, and utterly mesmerizing.
I wanted her to run, and to hunt her endlessly through the dense woods
that surrounded the gardens. But there was no time.
She is ours. We should claim her.
Our mate connection was far stronger, but I knew it was a lie. She wasn’t
a wolf. She was a LaSalle.
Bitterness wound around my heart. The fates had ripped my sister from
me and given me Savannah in return, making me relive the memory of what
her family had done every time I looked at her.
Sorrow crushed in on my chest, and when I could bear it no longer, I
tilted my head back and howled a long, mournful cry that tore its way out of
my lungs.
Savannah sat up and tilted her head back, revealing the soft white fur of
her neck. She howled, too. The thread between us pulled tighter, and my own
howl caught in my throat.
She is one of us now. Part of the pack.
A voice echoed from the portal. “Jaxson!”
Amal was striding toward us.
Savannah’s wolf went over and immediately sniffed her. I snarled, and
Savannah looked at me, confused. We were definitely going to talk about
manners.
Amal laughed it off. “Nice to meet you, too, Savannah, but we need to get
going. Ready?”
She nodded.
Amal’s eyes flashed gold, and a breeze of magic surrounded her, hot like
the desert wind. Her signature flowed around us—a scent of fresh dates and
apricots, and a taste like rich wildflower honey.