Page 11 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

The second I met his intense gaze I was struck by a vision so clear it rendered me speechless.

I saw flashes of images—vivid colors swirling together, landscapes shifting like sand in the wind.

There was a darkened field surrounded by tall, imposing trees.The space was filled with ethereal flickers of light, as if by some unseen moon or maybe they were stars.

Shadows danced across the tall grass, but there, in the center stood a figure cloaked in mystery.It was not human.

I sensed a deep, raw emotion emanating from him, a blend of desperation and hope, as if he were caught in the throes of something monumental.

I moved closer inside my mind’s eye and caught my breath when he came into focus.The figure was a wolf.

A gigantic, savage looking brute.But I wasn’t afraid.This beast would not hurt me.I just knew it somehow.

My vision intensified, flooding me with sensations that were both exhilarating and terrifying.

I felt the weight of a thousand unsaid words pressing against my chest.Suffocating me.Urgency hummed inside my veins, but understanding was still beyond my grasp.

It was like I was witnessing a pivotal scene in a story yet to be told.It was important and somehow it had something to do with me.

This all took place in a moment.Just a moment.But it felt like a thousand years.

I was completely captivated by the wolf I saw in the strange man’s emerald colored eyes.

This was no ordinary animal.He was special.

Enormous.

Powerful.

Breathtaking.

I wanted to touch the beast.To reach out with my fingertips and dance them across his thick black fur while staring into those glittering green eyes.

I never saw anyone with eyes like that.So stark and real.I saw pain and torment, and a loneliness that equaled my own.But I also saw potential and loyalty.

The vision was so powerful I hardly recalled what I said to him as I whispered directions to the field.

I closed my eyes, and just as suddenly as it had begun, the vision shattered like spun sugar.

The cacophony of the world rushed back in with a blast of thunder that shook the truck.He told me to stay inside while he worked, and I was grateful for the reprieve.

I needed a moment to center myself.

When he came back, I pretended this was all normal.That I was normal, and I introduced myself.

“I’m sorry, I, uh, forgot to introduce myself.I’m Jezebel, Jezebel Braydon.”

He seemed to think a good long moment before he accepted my hand.Like even he could tell, this would be life-altering.

His hand was so big it engulfed mine, and that vision I had before came rushing back with even more force.

The intensity in his emerald gaze deepened.I could see questions forming in his eyes, mirroring the chaos swirling within me.

“Shit,” I murmured, taking my hand back and looking straight ahead.

“What just happened?”he asked.

His voice was impossibly low, and I swore I heard the wolf growling inside the deep tones.

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