Page 22 of Witch Untold
I felt Rune’s smile light up my soul.Cora dream-walked last night, right into my head.
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The newsof my dream-walking left Leif shaken. He’d read stories about the ability as a teen. It was shrouded in myth and associated with ancient power. For shifters, something similar happened when fated mates bonded. But even that wasn’t dream-walking. The fated mates created a vista by joining. One where they could meet and communicate in wolf form.
What I’d done was something else.
I’d like to say I didn’t want it, but if it allowed me to get closer to Rune, then I was all for it.
It was fucked up how much things had changed over the past few weeks. How I’d gone from wanting no romantic entanglement with the wolves to needing every touch I could get.
I was a fighter, a stubborn bitch. But some things weren’t worth fighting against.
I’d made my decision about the guys. It was a good decision. Now all we needed to do was make sure whatever this entity had done to save me from the varga virus wasn’t going to affect my role as anchor or my connection to the guys.
Tor and I strode down the street toward Lumiers. Okay, maybe strode was a stretch, because my dire wolf mate kept stopping to look into the store windows.
This was his first time in Necro City, and this part of Necro was filled with novelty stores and antique bookshops. The displays were designed to be eye-catching and draw passersby in. As a long-time resident of the city, I was immune to the pull, but Tor might as well have been a tourist.
He stopped outside a confectioner to stare at the display of pretty boxes containing beautifully crafted sweets and candy. The smell of milk chocolate and cinnamon hit me, evoking a sense of wellbeing and excitement.
I hooked my arm through Tor’s and tugged him away from the display. “We can come back once I’ve had my blood taken.”
He tore his gaze from the window. “I didn’t realize there was so much to see in this city.”
“It’s an interesting place. It’s also filled with danger.”
“Mouths. Yes, I heard about these creatures.”
Mouths were crazy-ass monsters that fed off humans. It was the reapers’ job to keep them under control and protect the citizens of the city.
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” I grinned up at him.
His slate-gray eyes twinkled with amusement. “You will, huh?” He leaned in so his breath kissed my cheek, sending a shiver through me. “And who’ll protect you from me?”
Heat licked at the pit of my stomach. “Who says I need protecting?”
Tor’s step faltered and his grip on my arm tightened a fraction. For a moment I thought he was about to pull me in for a kiss, but his expression was alert, all planes and angles. Straight dark brows pulled low. His nostrils flared and a growl vibrated in his chest.
“What is it?”
I followed his gaze to see two hulking males headed down the street toward us. One dark-haired, the other golden-haired.
They slowed their pace, tension radiating through their bodies as they got closer.
Shit, I knew them, and it was obvious what was happening here.
Shitting heck, this was my fault.
I tugged my arm from Tor’s and stepped in front of him.
“Cora.” He grabbed my shoulders and gently pushed me aside.
“No, Tor. I know them.” I stepped forward again and both guys’ attention flicked to me, recognition flaring in their eyes.
“Cora?” the golden-haired one said.
I grinned at him. “Hello, Grayson.”
