Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

Savannah stepped through, but I paused before the maenad. “If this turns

out badly, I won’t hesitate to rip your throat out.”

“Oh, I like you. By all means, wolf man, go wild and don’t hold back.

After all, a revel wouldn’t be complete without a little blood spilled. Desire is

what makes us alive.” She snickered and lowered her voice, her glance

flicking toward Savannah. “Something tells me, though, that your desires

have nothing to do with killing.”

“Watch yourself, maenad,” I growled, ducking under the curtain. But then

I froze, my senses bombarded from an explosion of sounds, smells, and

sights.

Scantily clad males and females danced and scampered through a garden

wholly different than the jungle we’d just left. Faerie lights floated above a

circular podium in the center that was ringed by white marble columns

draped in vines and crimson flowers. Music drifted through the air, and the

heady smell of jasmine and honey was intoxicating.

“What is this place?” Savannah asked, wonder glinting in her eyes.

“A trap,” I muttered, and I fought against the haze creeping in around the

corners of my mind.

“My home.” Cavra motioned with outstretched arms. “You’re safe here to

explore your deepest desires. Drink and eat. Dance. Fight or fuck. As I was

telling your mate, just don’t hold back.”

I stiffened as Savannah laughed weakly. “My mate? Oh, no, we’re not

together.”

“Hmm,” the maenad mused, and gave me a wink. “What an interesting

way to play it.”

A male approached holding a tray of goblets. He had the legs and hooves

of a goat but the upper body of a man with a bestial face. Savannah’s jaw

dropped as she took in his form, her gaze lingering on his upright ears and

horns.

“What are you?” she blurted.