The Goddess Redemption #2 - Spellbound (a Paranormal Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

growing inside him as the scouts came forward, their heads bowed.
    As an original creation of the goddess, Alin was not beholden to the moon, like the rest of his pack , although he had been, at first. When the goddess lost her power, her control over the first creation was lost. It was the first time he had felt freedom. He could transition at any time, or not at all. It was his choice. His pack was not so fortunate and he looked at the naked bodies all around the den.
                  He controlled the change as it crawled up his legs, slowly demonstrating his power in front of the pack. He was growling before his teeth sharpened into fangs. The moment he was completely changed, he lunged, ripping the throat from one scout and then the other, before stepping back. As he moved away, he became a man, with the taste of wolf blood on his tongue.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Sara was not about to go down without a fight. The moment she walked through the cabin door, she made her way to her grandmother’s room. The journal lay on the bedside table. Sara had never opened it; the pain in the memories it brought was almost too much to bear. A lump formed in her throat as emotion rose, but it only made her feel sick to the stomach when she tried to swallow past it. She snatched the journal and retreated from the room, locking the door behind her.
    “There has to be something in here that will help.” Sara took the journal to the mixing table and opened it. The spells were written in the labored scrawl of her grandmother and as she touched the pages , a tear slid down her cheek, falling on the yellowing paper. Sara watched the tear stain grow and wrinkle the page, soaking into the book. She wiped her eyes. Now is not the time to have a breakdown , she reminded herself. She heard the cabin door open and looked back. Victor had the door swung wide, holding it open for Meg.
    The hunter had been fawning all over her sister since they had met. Meg was gorgeous, blonde of hair and blue eyed, slender and graceful. She had every man in the village wrapped around her little finger. Sara was the exact opposite. She was pretty enough, some would even consider her beautiful, but once Meg entered the room, attention had always shifted. Sara was used to it, but for some reason it really bothered her that Meg also had Victor’s full attention. I am jealous . The thought hit her suddenly like a punch in the stomach.
    Sara had always felt an overwhelming need to protect her sister, especially when their grandmother had passed, but this jealousy was something new and foreign to her. She hazarded a long hard look at Victor. The tall dark haired man with the deep brown eyes had a charm about him. Whenever he smiled, and he smiled a lot, his face would light up as though he knew a secret, a funny little secret that only he knew. Another vision invaded her mind when he turned his smile on her.
    They were together. It was snowing and she watched the flakes hit his soft brown waves of hair and melt, leaving it damp. It was cold, frigid even, but she couldn’t feel it. All she could feel was happiness and love. Yet there was something more. Excitement seemed to seep into every nerve ending as they moved silently across the frozen ground. The hunter stopped and squatted to inspect the ground. The paw print was barely visible and the snow would soon fill it in completely, as if it had never been there. The next mark in the snow was the bare foot print of a man. The creature was smart and alone. They had been tracking it for weeks.
    “ Huntress, you have outdone yourself with this one.” She watched her lover rise, summoning his bow. Instantly, she felt her own bow squeezed tightly in her hand. In the other was an arrow, silver tipped and full of power. The hairs on the back of her neck raised in warning. The one they hunted had led them right into a pack.
    She watched the yellow eyes appear as the last light faded. They were surrounded, but she