Witching The Wild One

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run. From the darkness , she could see his radiant silver eyes – hungry eyes that wo

l - almost divine. Her knees grew weak and she felt as if the breath had been knocked

o – anything that would keep her on her feet. It was impossible to tear

even more feral than he already did.He stood before her - his natural splendor illuminated by th

through her body like liquid fire. Now he was in front of her - so close she could feel the heat radiati

apart. There was no time for thought or protest. His mouth was on her th

o something beyond anything she could comprehend. Fear clawed at her consciousness. S

hers and she found herself being pulled into an inferno that threatened to overwhelm her entire being. It was only

r how hard she tried , she could not hold on to him. The vis

trembled with the need her dream had

t into a sitting position. Sleeping in the front seat of her car was probably not

ere - someplace between Wolfmoon and Howlingwater. It wasn't really a

at it had moved little since she'd pulled over and closed her eyes. She probably hadn't slept longe

the road because she was too sleepy to drive. She'd only meant to rest

nce she'd left the Navajo Reservation. She'd hoped to hear from him , but there hadn

e her , considering the threat of the Shapechangers. But

g from just outside her car. Eliza's eyes flew to the window. At first a

e front of her mind. Once again the memories were crowding in on her

ted by the murders of her parents and bes

hat meant killing the one they'd created to destroy him. Is he were to die , she wou

tion to find him , but then Trevor Coppola had called and asked for

e a little crazy , Eliza believed him. Trevor's family was deeply in

servation believed Trevor Coppo

evil practitioners of the dark arts. According to legend , the Tch

s , but he hadn't embraced the Tchin'dih. Because Trevor had once saved her life

eties. Was it possible that anxiety was causing her mind to play tri

was no way they could have tracked her already. Eliza froze. The growls had

r hand over her mouth. She reminded herself that screaming w

become stronger. She had to think. It had to

o subdue. Shaking , Eliza turned the key in the ignition