Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

I recognized the voice. And the stench. One of the assholes from the park.

We ran.

Tires screamed on the pavement as the Mustang roared after us. All I

could think of was that barren highway in Wisconsin where this had all

started and how brutally that had ended.

If they ran me down, would I come back to life over and over again like

the werewolf I’d hit

?

My wolf swerved across the street and through the strip of tiny yards that

fronted the rowhouses. She leapt and bounded, dodging around the bushes,

flower beds, and little iron fences. A hedge of hydrangeas exploded into a

shower of frozen petals behind us.

We juked and swerved as a ray of frost hit the ground beside us,

sheathing each blade of grass with a thick coating of ice. Those assholes are

trying to kill us with ice magic! I screamed at my wolf.

To my horror, she charged the Mustang. The surprised driver slammed on

the brakes, and the car twisted sideways. Its tires squealed and left stinking

black streaks across the pavement.

We’re going to die! I shouted in my head.

My wolf pounced on the hood, then launched over the guys’ astonished

faces, landed in the back seat, and spun, snarling and snapping.

The jerks screamed, flailed at the doors, and tumbled out of the still-

skidding vehicle. My wolf bolted out of the car and raced across the street in

the opposite direction. We ducked down an alley, jumped a fence, and

hunkered down beneath someone’s porch.

That was too close! I said.

But didn’t you have fun? I should have ripped out their throats for the

way they treated you the other night. I could feel my wolf’s emotions, and it

was hard to disentangle them from my own. Triumph. Rage. Protectiveness.

How was I supposed to relate to this new, very spirted, independent part