Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

The warehouse was packed with werewolves, and a cheering throng had

formed around Neve and Jaxson. Heroes. Word had traveled fast. We’d

woken the sleepers. We’d defeated Kahanov.

The pack was safe.

Time to get the hell out of here.

I started to slink toward the shadows, but Sam caught my arm. “Nuh-uh.

You just saved the lives of dozens of wolves. The pack is going to want to

see you.”

“I don’t wan—”

She shoved me forward, and then, to my shock, she howled.

Howls erupted around me, and my wolf surged in my chest,

understanding some unspoken message that I couldn’t. Suddenly, I was

surrounded by werewolves, laughing and embracing me and patting me on

the back.

What the hell was happening? These people…they hated me.

Sam gave me a shove. “Welcome to the pack. We get rowdy.”

But I wasn’t part of the pack.

My surprise mixed with unease as voices rose around me and people

cheered. Not long ago, these people had wanted to string me up. And now,

they were treating me like a hero. One of their own.

But I’m not.

Still, something stirred deep inside of me. The same strange feeling I’d

felt when I’d met Casey, Aunt Laurel, and Uncle Pete.

We belong, my wolf said.

I shook my head. No.

They were drunk in the moment. None of it was real—a delusion, just

like my feelings for Jaxson, and his for me.

Amid the fray, a woman caught my arm and pulled me to her. Did I

recognize her face? She took my hands. “I saw you in my dream.”

My cheeks burned under the attention and the avalanche of emotions