Anger burned in his eyes, and worry wrapped around my heart.
He tensed his jaw, but at last, he spoke. “We’re bonded. Mates. It’s…
impossible for me to allow harm to come to you.”
I pushed away from him. “What the hell are you talking about? Mates?”
My wolf had used that word, right before she shifted back. I didn’t like
the sound of it one bit.
Jaxson’s gaze was hard, his voice cold. “We’re fated to be together.
Bonded. True mates.”
I scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. I don’t believe in that kind of thing.”
He gritted his teeth and spoke with a bitter tone. “It doesn’t matter
whether you believe it or not, or whether either of us wants it. The fates have
woven our lifelines together. We have no choice.”
We’re mates, my wolf said, but I shoved her aside as shock and
resentment boiled up inside of me. I was not going to be told who to be with,
not by Jaxson or my wolf or the fates or anyone.
I disentangled myself from Jaxson and stood, pulling what shadows I
could find around me to cover my nakedness. “You realize how fucked up all
this sounds, right? This can’t be real.”
He climbed to his feet and glared back at me. “Fated mates are as real as
magic or werewolves or prophesies. The mate bond is part of our world. I
didn’t know we were bonded until you shifted the first time. Suddenly, I felt
your pain from miles away, and I knew exactly where you were. That’s how I
found you in the woods.”
He came to us when we were dying, caught between forms, my wolf said.
Panic seeped in through the corners of my mind.
Jaxson touched his chest. “Our bond—it’s like a string stretched between
our souls, always pulling us back together.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. This was hitting too close to home.
I’d felt that sensation, a tug on my chest pulling me out of the cavern and
to Jaxson even when I was almost too weak to hold the knife.
He placed his hand lightly on my shoulder and released a burst of magic
that sent a shiver along my spine. “Our bond is how I can heal you. Only true
mates can do that. I can’t do it for anyone else in my pack.”
My heartbeat accelerated, and I fought for air as my lungs tightened.
Jaxson was cornering me just like he’d done in the alley behind his autobody
shop, like he’d done in the garden of monsters in Italy.
“Please. You can’t do this to me,” I whispered, pleading for him to
declare it was all a lie.
His eyes flashed with anger. “Do this to you? Do you think I’m any
happier about this than you are? Do you think I want this? Because I don’t.”
His words were a slap in the face, and resentment welled up in my heart.
So that was how he truly felt. I should’ve known.
I knotted my fists and vowed to find a way out of this fucked-up mess.
“So this is like some sort of curse? There must be a way to break the bond.”
His jaw tensed, and his eyes flashed a honey-gold. “I don’t know. Maybe
if we find a way to cure your lycanthropy…”
“Fuck! You can’t be serious!” I clenched my fists, and the bitter truth
dawned on me. “Is that why you were so eager to see Alia? To find a cure?
Because of this?”
His silence was an answer in itself.
Of course he would be desperate to get rid of me. I was a dirty LaSalle.
Jaxson raised his hand, but I started backing away. “No. This is too much.
No one has the right to control my body or my heart. Not the sorcerer, not
you, not my wolf, and not the fucking fates.”
“Savannah, I know this is a lot. Calm down. We can talk this through.”
Talk me through losing my right to choose my own partner? Talk me
through being fated to someone who despises me and my family?
Anger burned in my chest, and I wanted to scream—at Jaxson, at the
fates, at everything.
“No. I will not calm down.” I rubbed my throbbing temples. “I control
my own fate. Nobody else. I’ll decide if I’m your mate or not, and I’m not.
No fates or magical bond can make me. I reject this.”
His eyes blazed with resentment and rage, like my words had been a
blade rammed into his chest, cutting out his soul.
It made my heart ache—but was that really my heart feeling for him, or
was it a product of our so-called bond? Were any of my feelings for him real?
I didn’t know any more. It was too much to process.
“Savannah.” He stepped forward, but I stepped back, keeping my
distance.
“Sorry, Jaxson, but I can’t do this.”
Then I turned and left, pulling a dark cloak of shadow around me.
My thoughts pounded in my mind as I strode down the beach. Were we
really fated mates? Did I really have no choice?
The implications were staggering. If it was true, then everything between
us was fake. A lie. A byproduct of our mate bond.
My heart felt like it was cracking, and a lump of sorrow and
embarrassment rose in my throat.
Jaxson hadn’t tried to save me because he cared. He hadn’t healed me
because he cared. He was compelled to. Forced to by the bond.
The sorcerer had said almost as much. Jaxson would have watched
everyone die before he let me go. Because he had to. Not because he chose to
or wanted to.
And everything he felt, it was because of our mate bond. Not because of
his heart.
Hell, I’d smelled his bitterness and resentment when he’d told me we
were fated. He said he hadn’t wanted it—because of course, how could he
have truly cared for me? I’d killed his brother-in-law, and my monstrous
family had killed his sister.
He’d had to watch Kahanov start to cut the souls from his pack, helpless
to choose them over me. Helpless to save his wolves and to do his duty as
alpha. It was horrific.
My skin suddenly felt overheated, and my breaths were coming too
quickly. I couldn’t breathe, I needed to get out of there.
I began to run.
Sam’s voice erupted from behind me. “Savy! Where are you going?”
She was running after me, but instead of slowing, I quickened my pace.
“I don’t fucking know!” I shouted over my shoulder. “Away from here.
Away from Jaxson and Magic Side and the pack.”
“Come on, Savy. Stop this. I know it’s a shock. You just need time to get
used to the mate bond.”
I skidded to a halt and spun in horror. “Wait a minute, did you already
know about this?”
She nodded. “I’ve known about you two since you first shifted. It’s
impossible to miss. Your bond is so strong th—”
“You both knew, and you kept this from me all this time?” I clenched my
fists to keep my thoughts and hands under control as waves of betrayal and
anger burned through my veins.
She reached out, but I pulled away. I didn’t need her pity or comfort. It
was too late.
Sam let her hand drop. “You’d just been turned into a wolf. You had a
sorcerer trying to kill you. We knew it would be overwhelming. Too much
was at stake.”
“So you just left me out of the loop, like always.” My
voice cracked, and
I fought back the tears that were pooling in the corners of my eyes. “I’m done
with all of this. You, Jaxson, the pack. I can’t trust anyone.”
I turned to head back toward the collapsed cave to find Neve—who was
mercifully something other than a werewolf—but Sam caught my arm. “He
cares about you, Savannah. And I know you care about him, too.”
“You know nothing about how either of us feels. Now let me go!”
I tried to jerk my arm free, but she held on. “I care about you. And that’s
not because of some bond.”
Her words made my throat catch, but I pulled away and started walking. I
couldn’t handle this rollercoaster ride of emotions, and I didn’t know what to
believe anymore. There were too many unspoken words, too many hidden
truths.
“Please don’t shut me out. You’re a werewolf now. You need someone to
help you through this.”
“I’ll find my own way.” Until I found the cure.
“That’s not how being in a pack works,” said Sam. “I’ll help get you
through this transition, and I’ll tell you everything I know. About shifting.
About moon cycles and pack etiquette. About the heat.”
I stopped short in my tracks. “The heat?”
She gritted her teeth and made an apologetic shrug.
God help me.
We’re gonna need her, my wolf said.
I closed my eyes and begged for strength. “I’m going to find Neve and
return to Magic Side. And when I get back, I’m leaving. I don’t want to see
you or Jaxson again. I want you to leave me the fuck alone.”
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Savannah
We arrived in Magic Side in a whirl of wind and magic. I staggered over
to the wall and braced myself until the warehouse stopped spinning.
Teleporting with Neve was like skydiving into a hurricane.
Sam placed her hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” I lied, and shrugged her off.
Jaxson took a step toward me, but I flashed him a vengeful look that told
him to stay the fuck back. I couldn’t be near him, and I couldn’t trust my
mind or body around him.
I glared at the floor as it kept spinning around. I was still mad at Sam, but
I was also wearing another set of her clothes, a track suit that she’d brought
in the gym bag.
And she hadn’t even mentioned the fact that I’d lost her favorite shirt in
the Dreamlands. That said quite a lot…though potentially, she hadn’t figured
that one out yet.
I stood and looked around.
The warehouse was packed with werewolves, and a cheering throng had
formed around Neve and Jaxson. Heroes. Word had traveled fast. We’d
woken the sleepers. We’d defeated Kahanov.
The pack was safe.
Time to get the hell out of here.
I started to slink toward the shadows, but Sam caught my arm. “Nuh-uh.
You just saved the lives of dozens of wolves. The pack is going to want to
see you.”
“I don’t wan—”
She shoved me forward, and then, to my shock, she howled.
Howls erupted around me, and my wolf surged in my chest,
understanding some unspoken message that I couldn’t. Suddenly, I was
surrounded by werewolves, laughing and embracing me and patting me on
the back.
What the hell was happening? These people…they hated me.
Sam gave me a shove. “Welcome to the pack. We get rowdy.”
But I wasn’t part of the pack.
My surprise mixed with unease as voices rose around me and people
cheered. Not long ago, these people had wanted to string me up. And now,
they were treating me like a hero. One of their own.
But I’m not.
Still, something stirred deep inside of me. The same strange feeling I’d
felt when I’d met Casey, Aunt Laurel, and Uncle Pete.
We belong, my wolf said.
I shook my head. No.
They were drunk in the moment. None of it was real—a delusion, just
like my feelings for Jaxson, and his for me.
Amid the fray, a woman caught my arm and pulled me to her. Did I
recognize her face? She took my hands. “I saw you in my dream.”
My cheeks burned under the attention and the avalanche of emotions
washing over me. “What?” I croaked.
“That man trapped me in a nightmare. It wouldn’t stop, and I couldn’t
escape. But then I saw you in my dream, moving in the shadows. I didn’t
know who you were, but in that instant, I knew someone was coming for me,
that someone was fighting for me, and that even in the darkness, I wasn’t
alone.”
She wiped her eyes and wrapped her arms around me before I could
escape. My thoughts drifted from the rejoicing werewolves around us to my
own dark dreams and the face of the fortune teller, whispering from the
shadows.
Deep down, I knew my nightmare wasn’t over.
I will have my vengeance! The voice of Dragan, the deranged lunatic my
aunt had killed, echoed through my mind. I’d cut his soul out, but was he
really gone?
Not a chance. But maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t fighting alone.
My gaze drifted through the crowd and landed on Jaxson. He stood apart
from them like a lighthouse over the sea. Despite the commotion that
surrounded us, his piercing honey-gold eyes didn’t waver from me. Shivers
raked over my skin, and my wolf surged toward him.
I felt his irresistible magnetic pull drawing me into his orbit, summoning
me to him with every breath I took.
Jaxson Laurent, my fated mate.
I turned and walked away from it all.
I’d find a way to fight this. A way to break the bond and make my fate
my own.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
Thank you so much for reading Untamed Fate!
As archaeologists, we love to include historical tidbits and exotic
locations in our stories. Savannah and Jaxson’s Italian adventure was inspired
by a trip we took with Linsey Hall, long before we began to think about
writing. One of the places we stayed was Civita di Bagnoregio—a tiny
village perched on a plateau in the middle of a heavily eroded valley. It
served as the basis for la Città Che Muore, the town where the mage lived.
The only way to reach Civita di Bagnoregio is to either ascend the donkey
path up from t
he valley floor or cross a long narrow bridge that stretches out
from the rim of the valley (we removed the bridge for our version of the
town).
Civita di Bagnoregio was founded two-and-a-half millennia ago by the
Etruscans, who excavated caves in the hard volcanic tuff. The local geology
has put the town in a precarious position. While the city was constructed atop
the hard layer of tuff, the underlying layer is clay, and it is continuously
eroding (we actually saw several landslides while we were there). The plateau
continues to shrink, undermining the picturesque city, which is on verge of
collapsing into the valley—giving it the nickname ‘the dying city.’ We spent
time hiking in the region, and got just as mud-covered as Savannah did!
Savannah and Jaxson arrived in Italy through a portal in a garden of stone
monsters. This location is based on the Sacro Bosco (Sacred Grove) in
Bomarzo, also known as the Parco dei Mostri (Park of the Monsters). The
wooded garden is filled with towering grotesque sculptures, some of which
were sculpted directly into the bedrock. They include a giant ripping a man in
half, a war elephant with a Roman legionnaire wrapped in its trunk, and a
massive turtle, among many others.
The garden was commissioned in 1552 by Prince Pier Francesco Orsini as
an expression of grief. The prince returned from a brutal war in which he’d
been held for ransom and lost his best friend, only to have his beloved wife
die soon after. The garden defies all conventions of a well-manicured and
orderly Italian renaissance garden. It is an expression of chaos, with
grotesque sculptures, an asymmetric layout, wildly growing trees and shrubs,
and even a tilting tower house.
Perhaps the most striking sculpture in the garden is the massive head of
Orcus, whose screaming mouth opens into a cave, and which directly inspired
the portal Jax and Savy traveled through. Orcus was an Etruscan/Roman god
of the underworld and known as a punisher of broken oaths. In many ways,
his open mouth is like a gateway to hell. Over the entrance, the words ogni
pensiero vola are inscribed on his lip, which translates as “all thoughts fly” or
“all reason departs.” If you are brave enough to enter the screaming mouth,
you find a little table where you can have lunch, and thus take part in eating
while appearing to be eaten.
Speaking of portals, you might be wondering why, of all places, did we
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