Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

like it had been pulled from another era. The blue paint was chipping, and

several wooden shingles on the roof were missing.

“Are you sure this is the address?” I asked the driver.

He gestured to his phone on the dash, which had Wayz opened. “You tell

me.”

“Only one way to find out.” Jaxson climbed out of the car, and I

followed.

I had steeled myself for a twisted hovel in the midst of an ominous,

rotting wood inhabited by a sinister crone who made books out of the flayed

flesh of her victims. I had a very real image of it in my head.

“You know,” I mused aloud, “somehow, this wasn’t what I was

expecting.”

Jaxson opened the rickety gate in the white picket fence that surrounded

the property. “Don’t let the façade fool you. Keep your eyes open.”

His body was tense and alert, like a predator stalking an enemy’s

territory. There was something utterly captivating about the way he moved.

Power and grace. I’d never fully appreciated it before.

I tried to ignore my magnetic draw to him as we followed the concrete

path that cut through the overgrown yard. The front steps creaked as I took

them two at a time, glancing at the white rocking chair on the porch and the

pots of herbs hanging from the railings.

My heartbeat accelerated.

The place was so unassuming that it was almost ominous. An incredibly

powerful being lived here. She was capable of entering dreams and

summoning nightmares, but there was no sign of her power. Something

wasn’t quite right.

A deep sense of unease rooted in my gut as I thought of Hansel and

Gretel and the gingerbread house. Heart pounding, I picked up the brass

knocker bolted to the door frame and rapped twice. “Here goes nothing.”

The echoes died away. And then, just as I was about to knock again, my