Wolf Shifter Diaries: Lies Tamed (Sweet Paranormal Wolf & Fae Fantasy Romance Series Book 2) E. Hall (best fiction novels of all time .txt) 📖

With Kenna beside me, I exhale. Part of me must have worried she wasn’t going to go through with it or her three forms of magic would prevent her.

As we run together, my shoulders relax. My neck unkinks.

Nearing the bluff, I close my eyes, casting around for my connection to Kenna. I feel her proximity like undulating waves, I smell her wolfy-cherry scent, and her blood, pumping through her veins is as true as my own.

Having her part of the pack fills a hollowness I didn’t realize existed inside—an emptiness that’s existed since I killed Logan.

She is meant to be in this pack, meant to be my mate. It goes beyond mere desire and attraction. It’s part of the fabric of our existence.

My thoughts flit to my former best friend, the time we tried to grow beards, the sound of his laughter, and the way we’d tease each other. But the distinct sound of his voice, the details of his expressions, and other aspects of his personality have faded. He’s gone forever, and it’s my fault.

Now that Kenna is Alpha, our wolves will want to make our true mates status public. Then what? What if I hurt her too? What if I can’t protect her? These and other thoughts chase me as I try to outrun them in the darkness.

The thunder of paws on the trail gets louder. No one is holding back as they race across the fields and toward the hills.

I glance over my shoulder. Kenna remains beside me. As much as I want her beside me at all times, I give her a cheerful bark, encouraging her to run with the others. The more her wolf is among them, the more they’ll accept her when in physical form.

My thoughts threaten to drift back to Logan and what I’ve lost. I gaze at the sky, a smooth canopy of stars surrounding the moon, guiding us as it always has.

The dry beige grass disappears as we climb. We scramble over boulders worn smooth by many paws and feet alike tramping through the area.

Kenna knocks me gently with her shoulder and rushes past. I yip. She gives me a teasing smile and takes off as though daring me to chase her. With pleasure.

I crest the bluff and run after her as the cool night air pumps through my lungs. Finally, I remember to forget my regrets. This freedom is what I live for.

We race around each other, nuzzling and tumbling. The others do much the same, playful, joyful, and free. The moon washes the conifers in dim white light, but it’s more than enough to see by.

We skirt familiar landmarks, postings to guide us while hiking during the day. Soon, Kenna will memorize this land just as we have, but by scents and textures. She runs ahead of me, a reddish streak through the canvas of silver-white birch trees, gleaming in the half-moon light.

When we get to a vista on the side of the mountain, Kenna pads over. She taps her muzzle against my chin. Our eyes meet. A silent understanding passes between us—the windswept landscape puts us both in grateful moods. There aren’t sufficient words, but we don’t need them. The wolf heart is enough. It’s moments like this, out here in the wild, that renews my drive to do right by my pack.

My wolf mate and co-alpha’s eyes go fuzzy. The wolf-static grows stronger, pulling on her. There was no mistake, she belongs in our pack despite the other forms of magic existing within her. I know what’s coming almost before Kenna does.

An almost-purple haze surrounds her as she knocks her head back and lifts her gaze toward the moon, before releasing one long, peeling howl.

My wolf joins Kenna and then the others take up. The sound echoes off the mountains, fills the valley, and my wolf heart with joy and pride.

When we fall silent, everyone descends the mountain, ready to feast. As we near the bluff again, the air holds itself steady without a whisper or gust.

My hackles lift. Something is wrong. Like the ripples from skipping stones, my pack senses the same disturbance. A chill runs across the tops of my shoulders. Tension tugs on my bones.

A wave of energy dowses me, thrusting me to the ground. I scramble for Kenna as a familiar and former member of my pack pounces, taking her down.

Deep snarling, menacing rage bellows out of me, but I’m somehow frozen. Locked in place.

Chapter 7

Kenna

Just when I was finally having fun and feeling like I belonged, Amanda appears out of nowhere, literally, shifts, and then pounces on me.

I’m familiar with her rotten scent and desire to destroy me so it should come as no shock. But the electricity that surges through my wolf, burning, struggling, and straining for release, but trapped beneath my fur, is entirely foreign as Amanda clamps down on my neck with her wolf teeth.

This strange magic threatens to explode inside of me, blowing me to bits. My wolf cannot withstand it. I shift back to physical form as a rush of magic pounds through me and out my fingertips. It lights up the woods.

The wolf pack looks on with menacing eyes and paw the earth. They’re ready to fight to kill.

By the charred trees, I am too, only I don’t know what I am right now. I’m no longer a wolf and have no thirst for blood. Did my fae burst free?

I’ve lost sight of my inner knowing. I’m untethered. Lost.

I glance around for Corbin who guided me through the ceremony, leading me to my inner Alpha.

Amanda growls, bringing my attention back to her. She lunges with her teeth bared. She nips me. My