Page 5 of Charmed, I'm Sure

His plaid shirt changes from white to a bright, bubblegum pink, and the words now sparkle with glitter.

He blinks as he slowly looks down at his shirt. A slow smile spreads across his face.

“Well, I’ve never been much of a pink guy, but I dig it.”

Throwing my hands up in the air, I damn this day. What is happening with my magic right now? Storming down the sidewalk, I don’t give him a chance to talk or stop me. I’m going back to my black house, with my black furniture, and my quiet solitude. I never should have let Elora talk me into doing this. Now my magic is acting out.

Chapter Three

I’d Shift Just to Wag My Tail

Miles

I’m rooted to the sidewalk as I watch her. The last few minutes are cycling through my brain like my own personal movie. The glitter from the words of my shirt sparkles in the sun as she walks away from me, taking a small piece of my soul with her.

I breathe out a single word–mate–a promise laced with destiny.

Is this why I was feeling drawn to this town? Because my mate has been here all along? I’ve been wondering why I never felt like Jasper was home, even though I loved the town, community, and pack there. Now I know.

I can feel my wolf, Milo, pacing inside me, his excitement bleeding past my panic.

“Mate. Mate. Mate! Chase after her!”

“I know it’s her,” I mutter back to him. His words ping around in our shared mind-space. Sometimes it’s great to have this deep connection with my wolf; other times…like right now, I hate it. I’m already freaking out about stumbling upon my mate, and his enthusiasm is only fueling the fire. “Calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down! Did you see the way she looked at us?”

“Yeah, she looked at us like we were a disease waiting tohappen.”

“No! She hexed us—look at our shirt! That’s a witch’s way of flirting.”

I look down at the shimmering letters and the bright pink. She looked just as shocked as I did, even if she tried to play it off as if it didn’t accidentally happen.

“I like this look, never been one for bright colors, but I dig it.” I grin at the shirt as I lift it up, twisting it from side to side.

Milo makes a happy little huff as he sighs like a lovesick puppy.“She’s perfect Miles. I want to lick her face.”

“No, we won’t be acting like a literal dog.”

“I don’t mean in a weird way, Miles. In a…”he seems to contemplate his words.“In a cute, endearing way.”

Shaking my head, I watch her hips sway as she walks away. Mumbling under her breath, the words just faintly making their way back to me. She’s probably thinking of a new hex to use on me. At least I hope so.

“Chase her. Tackle her. Bring her a stick.”

“Did you fall and hit your head recently?”

“No, why?”

“No reason.” I shake my head as the last of her deep black hair whips through the air as she turns out of sight.

My skin still tingles from where her magic zipped across it as her hex failed to achieve the original goal. At least I think it backfired. Maybe she wanted to hex me with a bright pink shirt. How would I know? This is my first experience with witches. Really, it’s the first I’ve ever heard of witches being mated to wolves, at least in my experience. Then again, with Silas being mated to a human, anything is possible, I guess.

Turning back to my log cabin, I walk up the pathway to the front porch. The rotten egg smell still lingers in the air, bringing a smile to my face. Surely that wasn’t her intended goal for that one?

Walking into my cabin, I find my bags still sitting on the couch where I left them. The log cabin is a loaner until I figure out my place in the pack here. Well, at least untilAlpha Adren Hollingsten chooses my place. He received my transfer request from Silas, the Alpha of Rocky Mountain Pack, and was expecting my arrival.

The thing about wolf packs is you have to request entrance even on their land. Transferring packs? Almost unheard of. Most wolves stick with their family packs and raise the next generation there.