Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

My wolf weakly shook our head. We’re too hurt to heal. Have to risk it.

Must find Jaxson, our mate. He can heal us.

Our what?

She didn’t wait to argue with me.

Agony tore through me as the shift began. My back arched and popped,

and I howled as every wound we had taken cried out in agony. My forelegs

lengthened into arms and hands, and my bloodstained fur withdrew into my

skin.

Soon, I was human again, trembling and naked on my hands and knees. I

had deep knife wounds in my gut and thigh and shoulder, but I still had my

soul.

The world spun, and I hauled myself to my feet with a root and looked at

the body of the sorcerer. Kahanov…or Dragan. Both. The

y had died as they

had lived—stained with blood.

“Thank you,” I whispered to my wolf as hope and sorrow overwhelmed

me.

She whimpered. Find Jaxson. Nothing else matters.

For a second, doubt chilled my skin, but I shoved it away. Jaxson was still

alive. He had to be. I knew it somehow in my soul.

The room rumbled, and dirt trickled from the ceiling. The place looked

like it was going to cave in.

I looked up at the dense cluster of roots at the top of the chamber—the

way I’d fallen in. “How the hell do I get out of here?”

You’re the monkey—climb, my wolf said weakly. Joy raced through my

heart. She still had a little strength for snark.

“Here goes nothing.” I grabbed hold of the roots, then began to haul

myself up.

I would never have been able to make the ascent without my claws and

new werewolf strength. Even so, I was gravely wounded, and it took the last