Page 53 of Castings & Curses

But fated mates?

No way.

Except.

Oh, dear goddess.

The damn spell.

The spell that Jo had screwed up by casting for their fated mates instead of bedmates.

And who had been the first to walk into town after they cast that spell?

Corwin fucking Anthony fucking O’Neill, who was looking for new territory on behalf of the Wildfire Pack.

What exactly had the coven cast for again?

Oh, right.

Non-witch, eligible paranormals looking for a new start.

Jo just happened to add in the phrase, “fated mates.”

Dear goddess.

The wolf might actuallybeher fated mate.

Natalie glanced down, way down, at the crowd of diners, at Corwin who was watching her with fear on his face, at the woman beside him, who was waving her arms and lecturing (probably his mother) and kept searching.

There she was.

“This is all your fault,” Natalie shouted.

Jo looked surprised. She glanced around as if to ask whether Natalie was talking to her.

“Of course, I’m talking to you. You screwed up our casting and now I’m mated to a freaking wolf!”

Jo shrugged and cupped a hand around her ear as if she couldn’t hear what Natalie was saying.

Well, maybe she couldn’t.

Thingsweregetting a bit loud.

Natalie glanced around.

What the hell was going on anyway?

She squinted toward the woods that stood in the distance.

Something was crashing and moving in their depths.

Somethingbig.

“Okay, Moonbeam, time to get down, darling.” Natalie pulled herself up to the next limb above her and held her arm up toward Moonbeam who was just beyond her reach.

Moonbeam looked at her, then at the hat beneath her paws, then back at Natalie.

“Just leave the hat, baby. It’s not that important. But we do have to get down off this tree.” She glanced over at the woods.

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