Cursed: A Fae Fantasy Romance (Fae Magic Book 2) by Jessica Aspen

Author:Jessica Aspen [Aspen, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: &#8226, Paranormal Suspense, gothic romance, fairy tale/romance, Women's Fantasy Fiction, action adventure romance, psychic romance, urban fantasy romance
Publisher: Abracadabra Publishing
Published: 2019-09-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

IT WAS DARK AND COLD and something watched him. Something malevolent and suspicious and full of hunger. Kian eased his sticky eyes open a crack and stared into the darkness. For one panicked moment, he didn’t know where he was. And he wasn’t sure what he was.

A breath blew out a few feet away.

He reached for his sword, but his fingers touched nothing. Despite his better instincts, his eyes flew open, and he stared into the hungry, yellow gaze of a timber wolf.

“Shit.”

This was the third night of the full moon. He’d shifted back to his elvatian form and it was damn cold with nothing but his cloak to cover him. He lay in a pool of moonlight on the snow covered ground, and he didn’t even have time for the sinking realization that Bryanna had left him.

A second wolf joined the first, its breath heating his toes. He called. And his sword Falin’s Rage answered. The blade appeared, falling from the sky. He lunged, and caught it. Bringing the point up, he stabbed. And managed to miss both wolves. Two sets of predatory eyes split apart, circling his position. He attacked. This time the blade connected, glancing off the fur of one of the snarling wolves.

The bright light of the moon reflected on the snow, reflecting the hunger of the winter-thin wolves. He rose and crouched on his bare feet, turning his head from wolf to circling wolf.

“Get back,” he said. His shoulder ached, the inflamed joints protesting every movement. The wolves snarled, their muscles bunched under thin, grey fur. He curled his lip and growled, letting the beast out from where it lurked inside. He wasn’t free, and tonight it was a good thing. They responded to his threat, edging out of sight into the underbrush. He waited until he was sure they were gone before pulling his clothes out of the satchel and getting dressed. At least she’d left him clothes.

Dressed in real clothes, boots on, Rage strapped to his hip—for the first time in over a decade, he felt like a true man. But he also felt more alone than he had the last fifteen years stuck in the warren with only Beezel and the low-brained goblins for company.

He dug inside the bag and saw she hadn’t totally abandoned him. Half a pasty and an apple were wrapped in a greasy piece of burlap, but the wand and the diamond were gone.

He didn’t blame her. She’d need every weapon she could get in this forest on the edge of the White Queen’s demesne. A light dusting of snow had filled in most of the scuffing from her slippers but her steps leading into the forest were still visible. If it snowed again he’d lose the trail. He didn’t have the Gift for tracking, unless he could shift into the shape of a wolf or hound, and that wasn’t happening. Not with his magic still tied into the curse. When he’d hunted as a prince, Logan Ni Brennan had tracked for them, and Logan’s father before him.

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