Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

The dreams came quickly, as they always did.

Carnival music echoed softly through the darkness, and a deep dread

settled in my bones. I looked around, finding no source in the pitch-black

void that surrounded me. But when I turned back, I was face to face with the

fortune teller, who sat cloaked in shadow.

She reached out of the darkness and drew a card. The Wheel.

Her lips moved, but the sound of her voice lagged moments behind. “You

cannot outrun your fate, Savannah. They’re coming for you. Beware the

wheel of fortune. It does not stop. Time is ticking. You need to learn who you

truly are so that you can stop the ones who are coming.”

She’d spoken those words to me before, in another dream, before I’d

known who she was. From before I’d discovered my magic and my life had

become a living nightmare.

The darkness of my dream began spiraling around me, sucking me down

like a whirlpool. My pulse raced. I fought against the pull and staggered

back, and suddenly, I was outside the fortune teller’s tent at the Full Moon

Fair.

The ebony night hung overhead, but the moon and stars were blotted out

by the thousands of floating lights that lit the fairgrounds. I was alone, but

muffled voices chattered and shouted around me like the echoes of ghosts.

I searched for any sign of the monsters who were after me—the rogue

wolves, the demons, and the faceless man. Nothing moved, but I could feel

that they were out there, hunting, drawing close.

Something tugged on my chest. An invisible thread. Instinct called to me.

Find Jaxson.

I ran through the tents into the great empty expanse of the Midway. The

floating Ferris wheel towered over the fair, the only landmark I knew. I ran

toward it, searching, following the string pulling on my breast.

Something moved in the corner of my vision. I stopped and turned,

recognizing him in an instant.