Page 86
Story: Charmed By the Fox Prince
“I’m going to shift, and I need you to climb onto my back.”
“Why?”
“I can’t explain right now. But it’s imperative that you come with me.”
She searches my face. “All right.”
Taking a small step back, the transformation ripples down my spine, twisting bones and sinew in an instant, fur replacing skin as my paws dig into the soil.
I lower myself to the ground and Rapunzel climbs onto my back without hesitation.
“Hold tight to me,”I speak through the mind link, and then bolt into the trees. We race through the castle gardens, over the hedge, past the stone walls, and out into the wild forest beyond.
CHAPTER 48
RAPUNZEL
The wind whips through my hair as Ren races away from the gardens. My hands are fisted in the thick fur of his neck, my long braid trailing behind me like a banner.
“Ren!” I shout, breathless. “Where are we going?”
“Away from Prince Theron,”his voice hums in my mind.
“Why?”
Instead of answering, he sprintsfaster,weaving through the trees, leaving the castle far behind us.
Ren finally stops when we reach a clearing. A hidden glade with a gentle stream, lined with weeping willows. He moves beneath the closest one. The long branches hang like a silken curtain, shielding us from the outside world.
He lowers himself, and I slide off his back. In a whirl of wind and scattered leaves, he shifts back into his two-legged form. With his shifter ability, he conjures the appearance of pants, but his upper body is bare, revealing his broad shoulders, the thick bands of muscle that wrap around his arms and the sharply sculpted contours of his abdomen and chest.
He turns to me, amber eyes blazing. “Do you love Theron?”
I blink at him. “What?”
He takes a step closer, his jaw tight as he asks me again. “Do. You. Love. Theron?”
“No… I mean, yes, but only as a friend,” I reply, flustered. “Not romantically.”
“Thank the gods.” He breathes out a sigh of relief. “IknewI was right.”
“About what?”
“That you werebewitched,” he replies matter-of-factly.
My head jerks back. “Whatare you talking about?”
“I believe Theron cast a spell upon you. A dark enchantment to woo you into his arms.”
“Ren…”
“He conjured a flower for you,” he adds. “A classic sign of a bewitchment spell.”
“It was a rose.”
“Exactly. And no doubt made of sorcery… probably laced with illusion and moon-magic, or…” He waves a dismissive hand. “Whatever magic wielders use to create such spells.”
“I don’t understand.” I frown. “Why exactly do you think he bewitched me?”
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86 (Reading here)
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98
- Page 99
- Page 100
- Page 101