Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

Grinding my teeth, I leapt into the air and plummeted toward the garden

below. I crumpled and rolled as I hit the ground, but my right shin shattered.

Still, I roared and staggered to my feet, my bones already healing.

Find Savy.

I limped toward the caves, then slowed. The basilisk lay in the middle of

the garden. I approached cautiously. Its chest rose and fell, but it made no

movement in my direction.

It was sleeping, a victim of the noctith’s poisoned

breath. But for how long?

I sprinted toward the caves. She had to be here. She’d been controlling

the shadows that had hidden and probably bewildered the basilisk. It had

stumbled through the darkness, toward the loudest source of sound: the

demon.

Gods, that woman was smart.

Her signature flooded my senses, and protectiveness coursed through my

veins. “Savannah!”

“Here…” came a feeble response.

I ducked into the northern cave.

She was lying at the edge of the pool, soaking hair draped around her.

Her skin had been shredded by hundreds of cuts, though they were already

healing. I dropped to my knees and wrapped her in my arms. She was limp

and cold. I pushed my magic into her, a torrent of healing fire.

She gasped and sat bolt upright in my arms. Her shoulder popped back

into its socket, and the remaining cuts in her skin stitched closed, leaving

white scars scattered like stars.

I gritted my teeth as I gave her everything I had, pouring my strength and

life into her. She trembled in my embrace and arched her back as her mouth

opened in a silent moan of delight.

I’d heard that the healing gift between mates was intimate, but I’d never

seen it done. Not like this. It was the transfer of life. Of vitality.