Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

Some sixth sense made him turn, and the tip only grazed his skin. He

bellowed with anger and released a blast of gre

en fire where I’d been—but

I’d already moved away.

The blade vanished from my hands and reappeared in his.

He laughed. “You think you can hide in the dark, Savannah? You think

that will save you?”

A stream of emerald fire poured from Kahanov’s hands like the jet of a

flame thrower. He spun, sweeping it through the room. I dove out of the way,

but the flickering light betrayed my location.

I rolled to the side and tried to scramble out of his reach, but the knife

found my shoulder in the fading light of the flames. White-hot searing pain

shot through my body, but it was the agony in my soul that sent terror

through my veins.

My wolf howled, and a deep sense of wrongness flowed through me as

the knife caught on something that wasn’t flesh—my soul.

Before he could strike again, I screamed as I rammed my claws into the

bastard and sent him flying back across the room.

With my heart thundering in my ears, I crawled to my feet and stumbled

deeper into the cave.

Kahanov looked down at the blood-covered knife in his hand and laughed

maniacally.

“Come, now, Savannah, stop cowering in the shadows. I don’t need to see

you to hurt you. I’m a blood sorcerer, and as long as I have your blood, I can

torture you all I want.” Before I could react, he licked the blade, and the

blood trickling down his fingers suddenly began to smoke.

Then it burst into flame.

I screamed in agony as the blood in my veins turned to fire. I staggered to

my knees, gasping with pain.

Help me, I begged my wolf.