Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

Jaxson.

Waves of desire and heat coursed through my body.

His claws were out, and his eyes shone radiant gold. A sheen of sweat

covered his bare chest and powerful arms, and the signature of his magic

overwhelmed my senses. The scent of moss and deep forests. The taste of

smoke and fresh snow.

With a sudden movement, he vanished behind the corner of a tent.

My feet pounded over the matted grass as I raced to catch up. “Jaxson!”

I slipped between the tents and looked both ways. For just a second, I saw

him down the line, and then he disappeared around another corner. With a

shout, I pursued, pulled onward by that invisible thread.

I swung into the gap where he had turned and skidded to a halt.

Something wasn’t right. The dream had changed. The shadows were all

wrong. They pointed at impossible angles, as if they were drawn to the

flickering lights overhead. The hair on my neck stood on end as my muscles

tightened, and my palms grew damp.

A dark shape slid across the white canvas. The shadow of a man. Not

Jaxson.

I spun.

A thin figure stood before me, radiating malevolence. His face was an

inky smudge, a greasy blur that vibrated as he slowly turned his head.

The blood sorcerer. Ulan Kahanov, the faceless man.

We stared each other down alone between the long line of white

exhibition tents. He tilted his head in an unnatural way, and my stomach

turned. “Why, hello, Savannah. Imagine finding you here, all alone.

Abandoned by Jaxson again?”

My heart strained, and a feral voice snarled in my head, Wake up!

The faceless man stepped forward. I tried to run, but my muscles were

taut, and I couldn’t move.

“I’m dreaming. You’re not here,” I hissed and dug my fingernails into my