Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

can’t promise that she’ll agree to help, but you can try.”

“Absolutely not,” Jaxson said.

I jerked my gaze from the page and gave Jaxson the look, even though it

generally didn’t work on him. “Hold on a sec. If this is our one shot at

stopping Kahanov from putting anyone else to sleep, we’ve got to take it.”

He stood and gently gripped my elbow, towing me up. “We know nothing

about the Dreamlands or this entity. It’s too risky, and we’re not going.”

I yanked my arm free and turned to Sorsha. “Tell us about the

Dreamlands.”

Jaxson growled but stayed put.

Her eyes glistened and lost focus. “The Dreamlands is a magical realm,

like the lands of the fey. It’s where our dreams go once we’ve woven them—

a strange mirror of earth, constantly changing and growing. It’s unpredictable

and deadly and wonderful.”

Her words raised the tiny hairs on my neck, and I felt as if at some point,

we’d already crossed a dangerous line. “How do we get there?”

She smiled and met my eyes. “Oh, I can guide you to Cavra. All you must

do is dream.”

35

Jaxson

Thirty minutes later, Savannah and I found ourselves sitting on thick rugs

around a smoking brazier of fire-cracked stones and incense in Sorsha’s

sweat lodge. Well, she called it a lodge, but it was little more than a

makeshift tent in her backyard.

I scrubbed a hand through my hair as a growing sense of unease settled in

my bones.

Pack lore spoke little of the Dreamlands, mentioning it only in whispers

at the dark edges of stories. It was a place of nightmares made manifest.

Trusting the witch to take us there was reckless as hell. Even if Sorsha

didn’t simply drug us and try to rob us blind, we’d have to find this entity,