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It’s not fae magic—that always smells like honey. Wizard magic is more earthy. Could it be the work of a dragon shifter? But I’ve come across dragon shifters before, and they smell more like smoke and sulfur…
i love the way magic is described in this universe
“Running away? Careful, Pip. I’ll think you don’t like me much.” His voice was throaty with a slight rasp to it that made me twitch my shoulders back. “You shouldn’t have to think I don’t like you, you should know,” I said.
Before I could say more, he hit me with the full brunt of his Alpha powers. I gritted my teeth as the pressure to fall to my knees was overwhelming to the point where I could barely see anything but his gold eyes.
this was so sexy for WHAT
Typically, werewolf mate bonds only happened when a werewolf saw his/her mate for the first time, but they could kick in if a werewolf’s mate was put in danger, even if there was a continent between the pair.
But I’d tried twice since then to leave Timber Ridge. Both times I’d been so homesick it hurt to breathe, and I’d come back within a week.
Aeric flung himself down, completely ignoring the wet sand, and showed me his belly—his tail thumping the ground with a loud whoomph noise.
“You will leave our hunter alone.” It came out as a low growl, one that was heavy with every inch of my authority. “Don’t mess with her, don’t bother her, don’t even look at her.”
While Pip detested my human presence—ironic, considering I had been brought to Timber Ridge because of her, even if she didn’t know it—she was much more tolerant of my wolf form.
About thirty minutes passed before I realized I’d been absentmindedly petting Greyson’s shoulder, sinking my fingers into his soft undercoat.
I am such a sucker when Greyson is in his gorgeous wolf form, I concluded. And I think he might have figured that out.
I was a tad jealous of whoever was out there waiting for him. I knew he’d treat his mate right—he’d tear down the world for her.
He’d probably automatically started a standard werewolf sign of affection—rubbing your cheek against another—before he remembered the setting or picked up on the scent of my hairspray and disapproved.
“Stop that. Yeah, I landed on my side and got dragged.” I tried to wave him off, but he shoved his cold, wet nose under the hem of my shirt and sniffed my skin. I squawked, but before I could flick his nose, Greyson stiffened, removed his nose, then snarled at his packmates with a growl that had me flinching.
“Fine.” I kneeled so I’d be stabilized. “If you understand, then group hug—oof.” The wolves were on me before I could get all my words out.
“Wound? It’s just a bad case of friction burn,” I said. “They made you bleed.” Greyson glanced at his wolves, who felt his gaze and instantly stopped playing and instead stood gravely, waiting for his command.
he's so protective <3
“She seemed in fine health and threw one of her overweight cats at Wyatt when he attempted to hug her for one of the so called ‘Pomeranian Puppy Power-ups’.”
But it wasn’t her powers that made me bolt through the forest last night. I’d scented her blood, and had been flooded with an urgency that bucked logic and made me tear through the forest like a newly changed wolf.
HELLOOOOO
His gold eyes landed on me for a moment, before he took in the wolves holding me. “You’re all going to die.”
Greyson’s anger was so fierce, so intense, it was bitingly cold. Even I felt the strength of his powers rasp in my lungs when I breathed. He’s serious—he’s going to kill them.
Lady Chrysanthe paused, her lips pressed together in concern. “Do you take fae gold? My Sovereign has told me multiple times humans do not consider it legal tender…”
“I’m a hunter, not an Alpha, Hudson.” “You’re not,” Hudson agreed. “But it seems like you still don’t quite understand your position in the Pack.”
Greyson pushed his large head under my hand, his wet nose nudging the palm of my hand before he pushed so my fingers glided over the top of his head.
The hunter wildly windmilled his arms as he tried to catch his balance, and his blade bit into the side of my upper arm. The Pack went wild in the trap.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts despite the overwhelming scent of blood. She’s hurt—I need to help her. The instinct dug deep in my chest.
It’s surfaced so infrequently, it’s theorized that it only happens when there is a hunter with a particularly wolf-like soul, but there are several hunter families across the globe that have records of this magic in their ancestry,” Pre-Dominant Harka explained.
There was something about the gesture. Even though I couldn’t communicate with him like other wolves could, I knew what he was saying. I’m with you. You’re not alone.
I started sobbing again and threw my arms over his muscled shoulders. He didn’t pull away. Instead, Greyson whined and jabbed his wet nose in my ear, then scooted closer, curling protectively around me.
sorry i just love when he's in wolf form and all gentle and soft to her ughhhh
Every breath I took I was painfully aware that while I had solidified the bond, my mate had done no such thing, creating an unbalanced, uneven bond. I’ll get used to it. I had no choice.
ohohohohoho
