Rhazian POVI felt myself moving toward her, as if being pulled by an invisible cord, as she flitted through the kitchen jotting notes on her paper. Before I knew what I was doing, I had her pinned between my body and the counter, one hand laid on the countertop on either side of her. Her scent wafted over me, warming my body. I was giving in to the pull of the mate bond, unable to stop myself.            “Rhazian.” She breathed, pressing her hand against my chest as I tilted my head toward her.            I pressed myself closer to her, feeling the sparks of our connection slowly roar to life.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I demanded. “Don’t you care that they’re going to hurt someone I know because of you?”            “The wolves won’t hurt her.” He responded, dryly, making his annoyance plain.            “What do you mean they won’t hurt her? They are threatening her Rhazian! It’s my fault she’s in this mess to begin with.” I continued to scream, my panic beginning to rise.            “Taylor

Taylor smiled up at me before glancing down at the atlas on the table. Her blood had pooled in one location, obscuring the name of the town dotted on the map near the ocean. I could tell she was pleased with the results of her spell work, unaware of the potential danger she had called down upon herself.            “What help are you finding exactly?” I demanded, a feeling of dread welling in my stomach.            “My mother’s coven.” She replied cheerily. “My mother didn’t have many texts for me to learn from. I figured her coven would have what I need.”

RhazianThe hair on my arms stood upright as the tingling of magic washed over me. Taylor had asked me to stay hidden, but I couldn’t comply with her request. I rushed to the door and found her encircled by a small group of witches, the tingling of their magic growing stronger as they chanted and tightened in around her. I burst through the door, ripping it from its hinges as I lunged forward reaching for my mate. I had expected the impact of crashing into another body as I lunged forward. Instead, I stumbled into nothing, the witches having vanished into thin air with Taylor.            I stormed back to the cabin, putting my fist through the wall in my rage. I wasn’t quite sure when things had changed, but I had given into the bond only to have her snatched from me like

Taylor             I stumbled through the woods, lost. The limbs tore at my face and hair as I tried to push through the bramble. The voice that had led me from the coven’s small house had vanished as I found myself deeper in the forest.            “Shit.” I hissed as I stumbled over a raised tree root, losing my footing.            I needed to stop, gain my bearings somehow. I wanted to use my magic to lead me out of the forest, but a small voice in the back of mind