Reclaiming His Mate
The compulsion tugging me forward was otherworldly.
Violent noises woke the forest, draconic hissing and the whimpering of a wolf in distress. A subtle white glow made silhouettes out of dark trees and bodies moving around each other. I opened my mouth and breathed in the metallic scent of blood, and worse: Jesper’s bitter notes of fear. Leaping out of the bushes and into the glade, I finally saw what was happening inside Dalesbloom: three dragons were harassing a unicorn, a mythical shifter I’d never seen before, and the runt had gotten in the middle of it. Even for the first time seeing her as a wolf, I knew it was her by the magnetism of our intended bond, a feeling so powerful it made me
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