When I surfaced, Savannah was lying on the grass, one knee raised as she
gazed at the heavens. I finished cleaning up and climbed out.
Settling next to her, I scooped her up. She nestled her head on my
shoulder and draped her leg over mine. Where there had been electricity
before, there was now only the low thrum of a current passing between our
skin.
“This was a good night.” She sighed, resting her hand on my chest. I
could smell her contentment, or maybe it was mine.
I traced her back, watching the stars above as my thoughts churned.
Savannah was everything my body desired. But she was like a bottle of
fine wine. Every sip I took, the more I wanted, and the further from reality I
slipped. From responsibility—my responsibility to my endangered pack.
Theirs was the only future that mattered. While I might want Savannah, I had
to think on behalf of thousands more.
I was bewitched and drunk. And I needed to sober up.
We had to find a cure for her condition. When she returned to being only
a sorcerer, only a LaSalle, then maybe the bond would be severed, and I
could resist her siren call.
But she’s ours.
Savannah’s soft snores filled the silence, and I smiled.
And froze.
“Savy, wake up!” I jerked upright, grabbing her shoulders, but her eyes
were shut, her mind somewhere distant.
Then she began to fade away.
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Savannah
I breathed in Jaxson’s signature and sighed, letting my mind drift.
Everything felt right, for once.
Wake up!
My wolf’s warning echoed through my mind, but I didn’t want to. Jaxson