Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound Book 2)

by Veronica Douglas

  around us. My body trembled even as heat pooled in my center.

  Shit, my wires were seriously crossed.

  “We need to get them out of here,” Jaxson growled.

  Sam shot forward and began pulling the roots away from the closest

  shifter. “How are they here and in Magic Side as well?”

  I could hear her heartbeat and practically taste her panic.

  “I think we’re in the Dreamlands,” Jaxson whispered as he counted the

  figures. “Shit. It’s not everyone.”

  The Dreamlands? Fuck. I helped Sam rip the roots from around the

  sleeping body as a shudder worked its way up my spine. The moment I pulled

  the last root free, the woman’s eyes shot open, and I gasped.

  She turned her head as if looking at someone behind my shoulder.

  “Mary? Where am I? I was having a nightmare…”

  Then the sound of her voice and her form faded away into nothing.

  “What just happened?” Sam asked, stunned.

  “I think she woke up,” I whispered as I looked from Sam to Jaxson.

  Suddenly, I was certain of what was going on. “Jaxson’s right. This isn’t just

  a cave in Forks. It’s a portal to the Dreamlands. If we free the people here,

  they’ll wake in the real world.”

  Jaxson spun his light around the room. “We need to cut these people

  down before Kahanov returns.”

  A familiar chuckle sounded from the passage ahead, and a sickening

  dread crawled down my spine.

  “But that wasn’t our deal, Jaxson.”

  I spun. Kahanov stood at the far end of the chamber with a shit-eating

  grin on his face.

  Jaxson’s claws extended. “This ends now, Kahanov. Release my pack.”

  “The deal was your shifters for the girl. Why would I release them when

  you haven’t met my demand?” The sorcerer paused, and his eyes flicked to

  me. “Unless, of course, you’ve reconsidered.”

  Irrational dread flooded my veins. I knew Jaxson said he would never

  hand me over, but if it came down to several dozen members of his pack or

  me, would he really keep his word?

  “Wrong answer.” Jaxson dropped his light and bounded forward in a blur

  of violence. The sickening sound of claws connecting with flesh was masked

  by Kahanov’s scream.

  Before I could react, a flash of green flame hurled Jaxson into a wall.

  Sam rushed toward Kahanov, but he scrambled up the wall like a spider

  and out of her reach, then drew forth the Soul Knife. “Fine. That’s the way

  you want to do it? Then I’ll take what’s mine. Savannah’s soul.”

  He lunged for me, and I scrambled back. In my terror, I focused on one

  thing: summoning the knife to my hand.

  With a puff of purple smoke, it vanished from his fist and appeared in

  mine.

  Kahanov grinned as he leapt back to the wall. “What a clever trick,

  Savannah. I wish I’d thought to do that, too. Oh, wait. I did.”

  He snapped the blade back to his hand.

  My jaw dropped as I looked down at my empty palm.

  Shit. This is going to be a problem.

  “Die, asshole!” Sam shouted as she pulled out her pistol. She braced it on

  her hand with the light and unloaded three rounds at him as he scrambled

  along the ceiling of the cavern. I flinched as the deafening gunshots rang

  through the cave, making my already damaged ears throb with pain.

  I searched wildly for Kahanov, but he was gone.

  “Fuck!” Jaxson shouted. “He ran.”

  He shone his light over the sleepers dangling from the wall. “Sam, get

  these people free. Savannah, you’re with me. There aren’t enough bodies. We

  need to find the rest of the pack and take Kahanov down. Time for stealth

  mode.”

  As Sam turned to the root-bound shifters, I drew the shadows around us,

  and we headed into the dark passage.

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  Jaxson

  We wound our way through the jagged, twisting cave. A strange blue

  glow glazed the wall ahead with color. We moved cautiously until the

  narrow, rocky corridor bent and opened into a vast subterranean landscape

  that bathed us in eerie light.

  Bioluminescent moss covered the walls and ceiling of the massive cavern,

  and its unearthly glow reflected off a shimmering pool that filled the center of

  the chamber. Gnarled trees with silver, tendril-like leaves grew around the

  edges of the water, and their roots snaked across the walls.

  At any other time, it would have been breathtaking.

  Savannah pointed. There, in the middle of the room, was the grimoire,

  floating in the air above the pond.

  Still wrapped in Savannah’s shadows, we stepped cautiously through the

  entrance, and guilt settled in my heart. I could already see that the roots of the

  trees around the pond entombed more sleepers. Many faces that I knew and

  loved, others less familiar.

  All of them were my responsibility.

  I looked behind us. A massive tree rose over the entrance, much like the

  one on the shore. It was the only exit.

  Savannah’s whisper echoed through the chamber. “Where is he?”

  “I don’t—”

  Her scream cut me off, and I spun.

  Hundreds of roots sprang out from the walls and started wrapping around

  her like the tentacles of some alien beast.

  Dread and rage filled my chest, and I leapt forward with a growl. I

  released my claws and began ripping at the roots—but as soon as I did, new

  ones snaked around my own ankles.

  Savannah had her claws out and was tearing through the roots as they

  grasped at her, but she couldn’t keep up. My heart lurched as a tendril

  whipped around her neck and she gasped, “Jaxson!”

  Fighting my way to her, I tore the root away from her throat and tried to

  pull her free, but two of the tendrils snaked around my arms and started

  dragging us apart.

  “No!” I growled, my muscles straining.

  Savannah summoned the Soul Knife to her hand and sliced through the

  roots binding her leg. They withered and died, and I heard the trees wail

  silently in my mind.

  Suddenly, the knife vanished from her hand, and she gasped. The voice of

  the sorcerer echoed over the pond: “I’ll be taking that.”

  I turned to see Kahanov standing by the edge of the water, next to a

  cluster of trees. He waved the knife.

  “Screw you!” Savannah shouted from the knot of roots. The blade

  vanished and reappeared in her palm, and she began desperately cutting again

  as I fought my own restraints.

  She would be a sitting duck if Kahanov attacked, but as long as I held my

  ground beside her and gave her time to cut herself free, he wouldn’t be able

  to get close.

  As if reading my mind, the sorcerer laughed. “Let’s play a game. It’s

  called ‘Jaxson Makes a Choice.’”

  He positioned his empty hand in front of the chest of a woman entwined

  in the roots of one of the silver trees. She wasn’t any older than Savannah—

  maybe a year or two younger. Cara? I couldn’t be sure.

  “Touch her, and you’re a dead man!” I bellowed.

  Kahanov smiled. “The moment I summon the Soul Knife, I’ll sever her

  spirit. So you get to choose: Savannah or her.�
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  “Save her, Jaxson,” Savannah said. “Save them all. Please.”

  Her voice cracked with sadness, and the anguish and fear in her eyes was

  like a dagger to my heart.

  The world spun. I was alpha, and my duty to the pack came above all else

  —but Savannah was my mate, and there was nothing I could do but protect

  her.

  My wolf thundered inside me. Kill him.

  Mindless rage churned in my body, and I unleashed a primal roar as I

  wrenched the roots from around my legs.

  “Time’s up!” The Soul Knife disappeared from Savannah’s hand and

  appeared in Kahanov’s. He rammed it through the woman’s chest, and a trail

  of smoke rose from the dagger as he yanked it back. The woman’s sleeping

  eyes shot wide, and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

  Savannah’s cry of despair echoed through the chamber as she summoned

  the blade back from Kahanov’s hand and began cutting frantically at the

  roots.

  The woman faded away, her body vanishing.

  “No!” I roared as the roots snaked around my body and began squeezing

  like a vise, slowly dragging me toward the wall. They cut into my skin, but I

  couldn’t feel the pain through my shock and rage.

  Kahanov began to warily approach. “Once, I thought that if I could teach

  you to submit, you might be useful. But what kind of pathetic alpha are you?

  One who’d put a single foolish girl above your whole…”

  The sorcerer paused mid-step, and then started to laugh. “Oh, this is too

  good. How did I not see it before? You two are fated! No wonder you’re

  willing to let them all die. You don’t have a choice.”

  “Fuck you!” I roared.

  “What does he mean?” Savannah shouted as she ripped her claws into a

  root.

  “It means he’s about to watch all these poor souls die while futilely trying

  to save you,” said Kahanov.

  Planting my feet, I seized the biggest root I could find and began to pull.

  My body strained, but the walls of the cave shook, and dozens of rootlets

  ripped away as rocks tumbled to the ground.

  I would rip this cavern down to protect her, if I had to.

  The sorcerer laughed as he leapt to another rootbound wolf. “Who’s

  next?”

  Tears filled Savannah’s eyes, and she stopped struggling. My stomach

  clenched as roots wound around her instantly and started pulling her in.

  I strained to get to her. “Don’t you dare stop fighting!”

  “Trust me, I’m not,” she rasped. “He needs me alive. I’m buying you time

  to save your pack. I’ll save myself.”

  With that, she let the roots flow over her, and panic seized me. I released

  the massive root and grabbed her hand. She screamed as the tendrils pulled

  her in.

  Agony and guilt tore through my body as her hand slipped from mine. In

  the split second before it vanished, the Soul Knife appeared in her grasp.

  Then she was gone.

  Rage like I’d never known surged up from my soul. I ripped away the

  roots around me and fought my way forward. “I’ll fucking kill you,

  Kahanov!”

  “Not quite, Jaxson. I don’t need you or these people anymore.” Laughing,

  the sorcerer leapt to the walls and unleashed a searing blast of flame, setting

  my clothes alight. I growled with pain and tore free of the roots around me

  even as my skin burned away.

  Almost blind with pain, I grabbed a torn root in my hand and whipped it

  at him. Kahanov’s laugh was cut short as the whip wrapped around his leg. I

  pulled, and his body flew from the wall, crashing to the jagged stone of the

  cavern floor beside me.

  I was on him in a second, ramming my claws into his body.

  Warm blood splattered across my face.

  He screamed, and a billowing cloud of fire burst around me. The blast

  sent me flying back, and I tumbled across the jagged floor of the cavern.

  Growling, I rose in time to see the sorcerer stagger to the base of a tree. I

  lunged, but the roots swallowed him whole.

  Suddenly, I was alone. Savannah was gone. And Kahanov was gone.

  The shock of it drove the breath from my lungs.

  Panicking, I tried to find a way through the cluster where he’d

  disappeared, but there was only dirt behind the immobile wall of roots.

  I tilted my head back and howled with rage.

  As the reverberations died through the chamber, Savannah’s words

  echoed in my mind: I’m buying you time to save your pack.

  I looked to the faces of those I’d failed.

  My heart clenched. The roots were moving and winding around their

  necks. Horror filled me, and the weight of what the sorcerer had said sank in:

  I don’t need you or these people anymore.

  I leapt for the nearest body and tore the roots from the man’s throat as I

  shouted for Neve and Sam.

  Savannah had bought my pack time. But time was running out.

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  Savannah

  The writhing roots dragged my body downward through a long, snaking

  tunnel. I screamed as rocks ripped into my skin and tore my clothes.

  Suddenly, I was falling, and then agony shot up my spine as my body

  slammed into the ground.

  Groaning, I rolled to my side. I was in a large, dark cavern. Small patches

  of bioluminescent moss cast a dim light, enough that my shadow magic let

  me see clearly in the dark.

  Clutching my aching arm, I got to my feet and looked up. Far above, the

  hole I had fallen from was closing as roots filled the tunnel and knit together.

  Panic fluttered in my chest, and I quickly searched the chamber for

  hidden exits but found none.

  I was trapped.

  At the far end of the cavern, another cluster of roots on the ceiling began

  to move. They slowly descended from the ceiling with Kahanov in their

  grasp.

  He raised his hands, and three giant balls of light formed in the air,

  illuminating the dank interior cavern. “Ah, Savannah. Alone once again. This

  time, there’s nowhere to run.”

  “Let me go, Kahanov, or I’ll fucking kill you.”

  “Kahanov? Dear, no. You all keep calling me that, but Ulan hasn’t been

  here for a long, long time. His body has been very useful, though.”

  I backed away and extended my claws. “What the fuck are you talking

  about, and why are you after me, you asshole?”

  He summoned the knife as the roots set him down, and menace and foul

  magic vibrated the air. “Your family killed my wolf, and so I’m going to take

  yours in return. I’ll be whole again, and then I’ll bring your family and the

  Order and the pack to their knees. They’ll beg the dark god for his mercy, but

  the only mercy we will offer is death.”

  The dark god? An image of the black wolf in the sky outside of my aunt

  and uncle’s house filled my mind. But before I could process it, he lunged.

  I spun away from the blade and suddenly extinguished the magic lights

  high overhead with my shadow magic.

  Kahanov lurched forward, blinded for just a second.

  I summoned the blade and struck.

  Some sixth sense made him turn, and the tip only grazed his skin. He

  bellowed with anger and released a blast of gre
en fire where I’d been—but

  I’d already moved away.

  The blade vanished from my hands and reappeared in his.

  He laughed. “You think you can hide in the dark, Savannah? You think

  that will save you?”

  A stream of emerald fire poured from Kahanov’s hands like the jet of a

  flame thrower. He spun, sweeping it through the room. I dove out of the way,

  but the flickering light betrayed my location.

  I rolled to the side and tried to scramble out of his reach, but the knife

  found my shoulder in the fading light of the flames. White-hot searing pain

  shot through my body, but it was the agony in my soul that sent terror

  through my veins.

  My wolf howled, and a deep sense of wrongness flowed through me as

  the knife caught on something that wasn’t flesh—my soul.

  Before he could strike again, I screamed as I rammed my claws into the

  bastard and sent him flying back across the room.

  With my heart thundering in my ears, I crawled to my feet and stumbled

  deeper into the cave.

  Kahanov looked down at the blood-covered knife in his hand and laughed

  maniacally.

  “Come, now, Savannah, stop cowering in the shadows. I don’t need to see

  you to hurt you. I’m a blood sorcerer, and as long as I have your blood, I can

  torture you all I want.” Before I could react, he licked the blade, and the

  blood trickling down his fingers suddenly began to smoke.

  Then it burst into flame.

  I screamed in agony as the blood in my veins turned to fire. I staggered to

  my knees, gasping with pain.

  Help me, I begged my wolf.

  She growled in my mind. We are wolfborn. Pain is part of who we are.

  It’s nothing to us. Channel it, master it, like when we shift.

  I tried to master it, but I couldn’t. It hurt too damned much.

  Kahanov laughed again. “I’ve tasted your blood, and now I can sense

  where you are. Your shadows won’t hide you anymore, little wolf.”

  The fire surrounding his hand went out, but the fire in my veins only

  worsened.

  I lay gasping and choking as his magic incinerated me from the inside

  out. I had no idea how to fight this. His magic was living flames in my

  veins…

  My breath caught. My aunt had taught me how to deal with fire. Could it

  work?

  I steeled my mind and summoned my magic. The darkness trickled

  through me like ice water, slowly extinguishing the blaze within, just as I’d