Moonlight Magic_A Reverse Harem Shifter Romance by K. R. Alexander

Author:K. R. Alexander [Alexander, K. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Six Wolves Press
Published: 2019-05-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

The noise was like fireworks, so incongruous it added to the pure shock of the drop as broken boards crashed away through open air beneath my feet. I made one wild grab, throwing myself at Zar and the splintered end of the bridge as I fell toward rushing water.

Zar lunged for me, moving with wolf speed, but missed catching my arm. With broken boards and a chunk of the mossy handrail I crashed into the water with Zar throwing himself after.

Hitting that water was like hitting a wall. The force of cold so shocking it flattened my lungs, seemed to flatten my whole body like a fly on a windshield. I hardly felt the smash into rocks, my backpack being ripped from my arm, the force of the current tossing me downstream. Everything was just cold.

In the next minutes I knew nothing but that shock and motion, water up my nose and in my mouth and eyes and down my throat, the absence of oxygen, and endlessness of cold. There should have been some magic, some force in me ready to fight back. I did kick and struggle, trying to keep my head above water. But that was all instinct, body fighting for life without free will. For a moment it seemed to be all I had left.

I felt Zar’s arm around my waist before the bank, so tight he crushed me like the cold, lifting nearly all my weight while he clawed up the rocks with his other three limbs. I stumbled and grabbed anything solid, pulling through water, rocks, then mud and last year’s forest mulch.

Our breaths steamed as we gasped and vomited water. A stupid thing to think about, yet I felt bewildered by the idea that they could steam. It meant the breath escaping my body was warm. It couldn’t be warm because I was frozen right through to the marrow of my bones and inside of my brain. Only there it was: wisps of puffing steam while we choked.

Zar grabbed me again. I scrambled with him up into the edge of trees, needing shelter away from the rushing river—as if it might reach out and catch us, drag us back under with hungry jaws. Then he was ripping at my clothes, coat zipper, sleeves, pulling my top over my head.

I likewise moved as quick as I could to strip, yanking off my base layer of a T-shirt and tearing at my shoes. What did people do who really fell through ice? How could they survive? Even move?

Seeing I could look after myself, Zar stripped off his own coat, boots, shirt. All while both of us gasped and gagged. My throat and sinuses burned with a welcome blaze that reminded me I was not actually a witch popsicle. This was Scotland in September. Not Minnesota in January. I could move, think, help us both.

Still in soaked jeans and bra, tangled hair plastered all over my shoulders and face, shaking so violently it added an extra

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