Saving a Wolf: Moonbound Series, Book Six by Krystal Shannan, Camryn Rhys Page A

but no words would come. If he acknowledged that name, it was like undoing all of the long years he’d spent erasing it.
    Erasing him .
    “It didn’t make any sense to me.” Maggie traced something on his shoulder. He had to flex out of habit at the shadow of what should’ve been there.
    It wasn’t there anymore. How could she know it should be there?
    “One minute, you’re ready to kill Rossi. The next minute, you’re defending him.” Her fingers continued to move over the scarred skin.
    He still couldn’t speak. The spell might break if he responded. He could not be Chris Parker anymore. No matter what she knew.
    Did she have my fingerprints? Rossi had said he’d erased them. They shouldn’t lead back to Parker. How did she find him ?
    “But I did a little digging. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.” One fingertip slid around the edge of the shamrock leaves that no longer graced his skin, like she could see their memory.
    “Don’t,” was all he could manage. His heart stuck in his throat.
    “The only picture of Luther Frost before 2012 was the police academy headshot. But that was ’99.” Her hand closed over his shoulder, where Parker’s mark would have been. “You look enough like him, I didn’t even look twice.”
    Luther shook his head and his body stiffened. “Maggie. Leave it be.”
    I am Luther Frost .
    He remembered the unending days in that dark basement in Providence. All he had let himself think, for weeks. Chris Parker is dead. I am Luther Frost.
    There was no time for dark basements. He couldn’t afford to let himself believe that Chris Parker was still alive.
    “I’m not going to let you hide behind this…whatever fantasy life you’ve concocted trying to play the criminal. I don’t believe it’s who you really are.”
    Luther dropped his shirt and spun around, lifting her off her feet and pinning her to the hard wood of the closet door. “You don’t know me.”
    Her eyes widened and glistened with emotion. It tore through his carefully constructed anger. All his muscles relaxed at once and he dropped her to her feet. She landed with a thud on the hardwood.
    “No, I don’t. But I know Fate. And you are mine, Luther Frost. Or Chris Parker, or whoever you are. I don’t know why. But I know you are mine.” She crossed her arms under her breasts and took a long breath. “And I know Fate wouldn’t give me someone who was, in his heart, a bad man.”
    Fear clawed at him, at his resolve. Fate . He’d believed in Fate once. Or God. But no more. “I’m not yours. No one gave me to anyone.”
    “See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Maggie reached across the space between them and her hand made contact with his cheek.
    Luther felt the spark of energy blazing down into the center of his being, from every point her skin contacted his. He’d never felt anything like it.
    “I know you can feel that.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “You’ve seen my wolf. You know magick is real. And Fate is real, too. You can call her God or whatever you want, but she’s real, and she makes the magick between us because it’s the way we know we’re supposed to be together.”
    He shook his head. “That’s bullshit.”
    “No. It’s magick.” She stroked his skin, down his neck, and rested over his heart. “It’s the reason you had to fuck me this afternoon. It’s the reason you can’t breathe for a second when I touch you. Or when you touch me. It’s the reason you feel like you’re compelled toward me.” Maggie closed her eyes and sucked a breath in, then blew it out slowly. Her hand still on his chest, she leaned toward him and then away as she breathed.
    He found himself rocking back and forth with her.
    “It’s all instinct,” she said. “It’s how we know we’ve found our mate.”
    Mate . That word should terrify him, as much time as he’d spent running from commitment in his life. But somehow, when Maggie said it like that—low and urgent and