Page 92 of Fated to the Lone Shifter
Sera, tangled in moonlight and shadow, her magic merging with mine until we’re a storm of heat and light. No longer two beings—but one. Our bond woven through every inch of me. Soul deep. Eternal.
Until the vision shifts.
Fire.
She’s burning.
Screaming.
I try to reach her, but the flames lick higher, separating us. I can smell the smoke, the seared flesh. And I know—it’s the curse. My family’s curse. She’s paying for my bloodline’s sins.
I jerk upright, breath ragged. No more waiting. No more fear.
I drive straight to the station.
When I walk into the station, the energy hits me like a punch—agents, cops, tension so thick it crackles. And then I see her.
Sera.
She pulls me aside, calm and controlled, but I feel the tremor under her words. I smell it in her magic. She brushes my hand as she leads me into a quieter corridor. That one small touch short-circuits everything in me.
My wolf howls.
“Sera…” I begin, but she cuts me off, all business.
“Tonight’s the full moon,” she starts.
I stare at her with barely contained drool. “I’m aware.”
“What happens when Bode and his pack turn in holding?”
My breath leaves me, and I nearly pass out. I hadn’t considered that.
I run a hand through my hair. “It’s not good. Containment won’t hold them if they shift. If they go feral, the body count will be high—and our secret? Exposed.”
She nods, jaw tight. “We need to prepare.”
God, she’s strong. Even now, after everything, she’s focused. I want to pull her into my arms, bury my face in her neck,apologize for everything. But the bite is still there. Faint. Barely visible. I can feel it like a brand on my soul.
I don't know if I’ll ever get over it.
Then she hits me with something unexpected—so unexpected it jolts through my chest like a live wire, short-circuiting whatever fragile peace I’d just begun to feel.
“Marcus is here. He was with them.”
“What?” I blink, my full moon wolf brain trying to catch up.
“He was picked up alongside Bode’s crew. They’re about to question him. If he checks out clean, they’ll release him.”
My jaw clenches.
“I assume you’ll want him home before midnight.”
I nod. There’s nothing else to say. My friend. My liability.
The clock is ticking.
The full moon is rising.
