Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

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