We cowered and began to back away over the grass as my wolf’s fear
entwined with my own.
This was not Jaxson. It was a monster out of legend.
We backpedaled, then darted left beneath the legs of the elephant statue
with no destination in mind.
Jaxson snarled and chased. He was past us in a second, and with a few
deft moves, he cornered us against a giant statue of a seated goddess with an
urn on her head.
The silver wolf growled, and I understood the meaning, almost as if it
was speaking in my mind: Submit.
Screw that! my wolf and I thought at the same time.
We jumped up onto the statue’s lap, and when Jaxson stalked forward, we
leapt into the air and landed on the grass behind him. We ran blindly, pushed
by fear and the desire to run.
A strange, tilted shape loomed out of the darkness—a stone tower house
that was listing to the side. Then Jaxson was on us, trapping us between the
house and the terrace wall.
Submit, Jaxson commanded as he prowled forward, his unmistakable
presence washing over us.
No! I said, but his power was a drug, compelling the wolf side of me to
obey. Growling, she lowered her tail and sank down on all four paws. Then,
with a noise somewhere between a snarl and whine, she bellied up.
You’ve got to be kidding me! I protested.
Jaxson lowered his massive head to sniff us, and then his bared teeth
finally relaxed.
Resentment stewed in my chest.
I did not like wolf Jaxson. Not one bit.
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Jaxson
My heart raced as my eyes drank in Savannah Caine. She was beyond