Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

palm. Pain shot across my skin, but I didn’t wake up.

“Yes, you’re dreaming, but that doesn’t mean much if I can still reach out

and touch you.” He brushed my face, and a sickening shudder worked its way

through my nearly paralyzed body.

A gust of wind ripped between the lines of tents, and the canvas shook.

On the horizon, the floating Ferris wheel collapsed and slammed into the

ground, sending flames exploding into the sky.

Then it began to slowly tilt and roll toward me.

The sorcerer gripped my jaw with his hand, tearing my attention back to

him. “You will come with me!”

Wake up! the voice in my mind howled.

I bolted upright with a jolt, heart pounding. I’d torn off the covers, and

sweat drenched my bare skin. My aching palms were covered in blood. I

swung my legs out of bed, staggered to the bathroom, and flicked on the

lights. Running the tap, I watched as water and bright red blood spiraled

together down the drain. My palms stung beneath the flow, and I bit my lip.

I’d really dug my nails in. I didn’t think they’d grown that long.

Once my hands were clean and the blood had slowed, I splashed water

over my face and neck. It was cool and refreshing, like the icy trickle of my

own magic. Breathing deeply in and out through my nose to calm my nerves,

I grabbed the hand towel and dried my face.

When I looked up, the girl in the mirror had bright yellow eyes.

I blinked.

Pure blue. It had been an illusion, just like in the bathroom at the rink.

Was it any wonder I was seeing things with werewolves hounding me day

and night?

I rested my palms on the porcelain and fixed the naked girl in the mirror

with a hard stare. “Get a grip, Savy. It was just a dream.”

But I could still feel the sorcerer’s clammy touch on my skin, and a

shudder quaked through me.