Page 24 of Fated Moons
It was the most majestic thing he’d ever seen. A swirl of fairy dust—red, blue, pink, and yellow—circled her body. “Reverse the magic that made you strong and return to the thing of your song,” Amanda’s voice echoed in the night.
The three wolves howled and whined in pain as their bodies convulsed, dropping to the ground, transforming into sparrows before flapping their wings and flying away in defeat.
Amanda’s feet hit the ground with a soft thud. She stared at her hands as the dust floated around her fingers.
“I thought you said you couldn’t actually fly,”he projected, knowing she couldn’t hear him.
She cocked her head, narrowing her gaze. “I can’t really. Only Toldar can truly fly. But this.” She waved her hand and more dust flew from her body. “It hurled me to where you were in seconds. It’s so powerful and I have no idea how to harness it. But it instinctively knew you needed me and its power.” She inched closer, cupping his wolf face, running her long fingers through his fur.
“You can hear me?”
“Is that not supposed to happen?”
He shook his head.“Try talking to me in your mind, using only your thoughts.”
“Okay. Those wolves were definitely created by black magic.”
“No shit.”He grunted and then took off running down the hill. Only wolves could project to each other.
Or a few select humans and their fated mates.
Fuck.
This couldn’t be happening.
“Hey. Wait up.” She waved her hands, creating dust, and followed along through the air like a floating rainbow.
He stared at her and sighed. She glided across the uneven earth like an angel. She was going to kill him, and if she didn’t do it, her father would certainly pull the trigger.
6
Amanda lurked outside the cabin, using her magic to see through the walls. She felt a pang of guilt, but she wasn’t ready to face Jackson. Not yet. She’d sensed his overwhelming emotions on the hilltop, and it wasn’t over the pending threat of fake wolves sent by some witch or group of witches that had it in for him.
Or the fact they could all of a sudden communicate with their minds, though she did have some understanding as to why that was troublesome. However, she had a theory.
The protection and connection spell. It bound them in a weird way. That had to be it.
He pounded the steaks he’d pulled from the fridge before rubbing seasoning on the meat. His aura filled with red and orange swirls, but it was the pale blue, light green, and lighter red shifting just inside the rainbow that caught her attention.
This combination usually indicated a fiercely protective and caring mindset. The spell could be increasing his need to guard his homestead, but the way his aura danced, he was trying to shield or hide from something he felt a deep affection for, and it wasn’t a thing.
It was a person.
Maybe his mother. Or siblings. They might not be present physically, but the news of his new co-star, and what it brought up, had to affect them.
The only problem with that idea was she felt connected to his aura in a way she couldn’t explain. It was as if hers was trying to communicate with his. To become one. But couldn’t. It was the strangest thing. Witches didn’t form bonds with their auras that way.
He lifted the cutting board off the counter and headed toward the back patio.
Time to face the music.
He barely glanced in her direction as he opened the grill. “I put potato wedges in the oven. Screw salad.”
“Carbs work for me.” She fiddled with her hair, twisting the strands between her fingers. “I tried to pick up where the black magic came from, but with flying ravens, it was hard to follow anything, and I didn’t want to risk my new fairy dust and me being seen.”
“There was no scent to track either.”
The steaks sizzled against the hot metal grate, reminding her stomach that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
