Love's Protection (Passion Moon 3): (A Shifter, Supernatural Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

beside him and snuggled up against his side. I stroked the tattoo crisscrossing his chest.
    What was my father up to?
    As my eyes drifted closed, I remembered the watcher. Who had been spying on me out in the woods? They had to be using magic to hide from my spell. Did that mean another witch had come to Moonrise to claim the power of the spring? I hoped not. The wedding was enough of a distraction.
    I fell into my dreams.
    Darkness swept around me. I spun about, my heart hammering. There was nothing around me. I couldn't feel, hear, smell, see, or touch anything. I was bodiless. A spirit. I screamed, but no sound issued from my voice.
    I tried to feel my flesh, but I had no hands.
    I was helpless.
    The world changed. A forest sprang up around me, dark trees reaching for a black sky. Dead pine needles and broken branches carpeted the uneven ground. Scraggly brush dotted the land. Rocks jutted out like the broken bones of the earth.
    I ran. My white wedding dress torn by reaching branches. My train caught on snags, slowing me down. I left a trail of white silk in my wake, clinging to bushes and trees. A trail for my pursuer to follow.
    Green eyes watched me. They floated above, burning with emerald malice. I ran faster. My feet hurt, cut by the uneven ground. I kept running. I ignored the pain. If I stopped, the wolf would get me. He snarled and howled behind me. Larger than a horse, his fur black as night. Red barbed wire wrapped about his flesh, the cruel, metallic thorns digging into his hide. Blood dripped from the myriad of small wounds.
    The wolf howled, his golden eyes burning with bloodlust, reflecting the crimson moon—a passion moon.
    “Help!” I shouted as I crashed through the brush. My beautiful wedding dress hung on me in tatters. The branches tore at my flesh, leaving bloody scratches on my thighs and arms. “Forrest, I need you! Help me!”
    The wolf howled behind me. His snarls were like a whip snapping at my heels, compelling me to run faster and faster. The red moon burned and the green eyes watched. Something glowed to my right, crimson and powerful.
    I turned. My heart hammered. I needed that power. I needed to defeat the wolf. I didn't understand why Forrest hadn't come to my rescue. He always came to my rescue. He was my mate. The imprint let him feel when I was in danger. I reached out with my magic, touching that connection between our souls.
    “I need you! Please, Forrest!”
    The wolf snarled louder. Foam flecked his tooth-filled maw.
    The crimson light grew brighter. It flooded out through the woods, painting the world in reds. It glowed with the same light as the moon. It reflected the moon. I knew what I was running towards—the Moon Tear Spring.
    I had tapped into its power once when Christian had tried to dominate me. But it hadn't felt this powerful. The pool seemed to drink in the moon's passion. It burned with the fiery heat of the first night of summer. The energy mixed in the pool—Life, Death, and Love—responded.
    I could use that power to destroy the wolf.
    The green eyes smiled.
    I burst out of the woods to the rocky ground that surrounded the hot spring. The waters shimmered crimson. The three ley lines pulsed in the ground as they converged on the Moon Tear Spring, pouring their energy into the water.
    I seized the Love ley line. It was my affinity. The energy of the pool poured into me. I turned to face the wolf. Energy washed through me. I was so powerful.
    The wolf leaped.
    “Kotie!” Forrest's shout was distant, drifting through the world.
    I pulled on the Death energy brimming in the pool, using the Love energy to channel it. The green eyes watched with anticipation. I hurled the Death energy at the leaping wolf. The golden eyes widened in pain.
    “Kotie!” Forrest's roar destroyed the dream.
    My eyes snapped open. I sucked in a huge breath. I shivered. Sweat covered my body, soaking into my pillow and sheets. Forrest's warm arms were wrapped about me. He pulled me to