Page 34 of Fated Moons
She palmed his cheek. Her fairy dust soaked into his skin like warm rays of sunshine. It bubbled through his bloodstream, carrying tiny little pieces of her sweetness through his body. “I felt something the moment I saw you. While I still need timeand space, I can admit that an attachment with my heart is undeniable. I also know my aura is linked to yours in ways that only soulmates are.”
He jerked his head back. “Can you see your own aura?”
She smiled and laughed softly. “No. Not even in a mirror. Some witches have used black magic, but there are serious consequences in doing that.”
“Such as?”
“For each witch, it’s different and it depends on which layer you dive into and the purpose of the search.” She threaded her fingers through his hair. “It doesn’t matter if the witch was looking for something bad inside themselves, they would suffer something far greater.”
“There are a lot of rules to being a witch.”
“There are. We are bound by our witchcraft as much as you are bound by your connection to your animal side. The only difference is we aren’t governed by a physical transformation that rules our nature.” She leaned closer, easing her knee between his legs and pressing her chest against his. “We have what humans refer to as free will.”
“We do too.” He smoothed his hands over her round ass. “But I suppose the bigger difference is that we can’t change the nature of being a wolf or the call to the wild. And when a wolf’s crimes require the worst punishment of having the wolf sucked out of him or her, that can only be done by a powerful witch or wizard.” He took her mouth in a slow, tender kiss. A claiming kiss. One intended to let her know she was loved. Cared for.
But also desired.
It wasn’t intentional. It was innate. Necessary. Commanded. As a wolf, he was duty-bound to let his mate know she would forever be in his heart.
“Hey, you two,” a familiar male voice echoed in the background.
Amanda dropped her head to his shoulder.
He chuckled, running his hands up and down her back. “Oh, hi, Chaz.” Jackson gripped her hips, prying her from her tight embrace. He laced his fingers through hers and tugged her down the gravel path. “This is Lady Amanda Windsor.”
“It’s so nice to meet you.” Chaz adjusted two toddlers who rode on his hips. One yanked at his hair, the other pulled on his ear. Both giggled the whole time. “These are my twins. Finn and Ivy. Say hello you two.”
As they both turned and waved, fairy dust sprinkled off their little bodies.
“Oh my.” Amanda glanced down. It was as if her body opened, and a rainbow river flowed out of her. “That hasn’t happened before.”
“It’s an everyday occurrence here.” Chaz set the two toddlers down.
Both Ivy and Finn ran around, laughing hysterically as they weaved in and out of the dust.
“The twins can call it from other fairies, and they can command it to do things. We have no idea how or why they can, and since their language with us is limited, it might be a while before we find out.” Chaz stretched out his arm and took Amanda’s hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing them against her palm.
“Why doesn’t Dayton know? Isn’t he a wolfairy?” Amanda asked.
Chaz nodded. “It gets confusing because his spirit was split into wolf and fairy and the history books state his mother was a human. Yet the books that have been written on the farm tell us she was a wolfairy. But what’s interesting is the pairings and their importanc me for the wolfairies to continue. It’s not like…” He glanced down at his pant leg.
Both his children were tugging at his jeans and calling, “Daddy.”
“What is it?” Chaz planted his hands on his hips.
“Shift. Daddy. We want to shift,” Finn said.
“May we?” Ivy asked.
“Thank you for asking.” Chaz pointed to the side of the house. “We don’t want to scare our guest. Shift and then come right back. Do you hear me?”
Both toddlers nodded and then ran off, their arms flapping wildly.
“Where was I?” Chaz turned and strolled toward the porch. “Oh yes, how some creatures are created. If a wolf and a witch mate, no new species are born. You could have an offspring that has no wolf form. Only witch tendencies. However, the wolf tends to be dominant in that scenario. But mix other species, and something magical happens. We don’t know why the universe has chosen to hide these creatures.” Chaz waggled his finger. “There are exceptions to that rule, like Hollie, Trask’s mate. The watchers lived in bubbles for centuries and they protected the few pure wolfairies left. We’ve documented fifty that have been pushed out into this realm and who have mated with chosen wolves. But we have no idea how many there really are.”
“How is that possible?” Amanda asked.
“The watchers are a controversial program that we’d like to believe doesn’t exist anymore. They work because we don’t know about them. Only, when they cross a line, it causes a ripple effect in our world.” Chaz shook his head. “Thinking about this stuff gives me a headache.”
