Free Luna's Sokjan (Book one) by Kerry Davidson

wild magic of the mating bond joined
our powers together and wiped the last shred of control I had. I
let out another scream as a wave of energy poured out of
me.
    Like a living organism, it
climbed out of its host and slammed up against anything in its
path. It knocked over the desk, and threw chairs around the room.
It slammed the filing cabinets into the walls and crushed the
tables like coke cans. The wild magic acted like a spoiled child
throwing a fit. When I could no longer bare the torment, I fainted
into the cold darkness.

Chapter 6
    The cool sheets, of the
immense bed I lay in, felt good against my burned flesh. The desire
to hide in the darkness was almost too great. I didn’t recognize
the room when I finally opened my eyes, but I did recognize
Gabriel’s scent. I was in his bed, I groaned.
    What had I done to deserve
all of this? Didn't I do everything that was asked of me? I had to
get out of here. I moved extremely slowly to the edge of the bed.
My body hurt all over, and I felt dizzy as I stood up. Placing one
hand on the bed I tried to steady myself, before looking around the
room.
    The bathroom was to the
left of me, double closet doors immediately in front of me, and
another door leading to the hallway, no doubt. Behind me, French
doors draped with dark curtains slightly open to let the moon light
and the chilly night air in. That was my way out. The cool, hard
wood floors felt good against my feet as I headed towards the
bathroom.
    The bathroom was all
white, with varying shades of blue for emphasis. I washed my face
and looked at myself in the mirror. I was unusually pale with dark
circles under my eyes. My hair was coming out of the braid, so I
took it down and combed my fingers through it.
    My tattoo completely
covered the back of my hands and circled around my fingers. Great,
the big dumb-ass, made the tat move again. Sometimes, it would stay
like this for days, other times it could be months, before the
tattoo would go back to its original spots.
    My latest, theory was that
somehow my sorcery as a weretiger and the ability of the Sōkjan had
some negative reaction to the ancient spell. It had taken me months
to key the spell correctly and once conjured, it couldn’t be
reverse. Not that, I wanted too. I loved the spell and thanked the
old lady almost daily for teaching it to me.
    As I reentered the dimly
lit bedroom, I felt a dark presence near the windows. Stopping I
glanced in that direction and thought I caught, for just a second,
a glimpse of someone standing there and then it was gone. I was in
no mood for games from spirits or living.
    “Good, you’re awake.”
Gabriel’s heavy timber voice rolled over me. He was sitting in a
chair between the bed and the French doors that lead to the outside
and my way out. “I brought up some dinner for you.” He rose from
the chair.
    Remembered my escape from
the wolf village did ya?
    “You’ll want to leave me
alone right now.” I told him.
    My only desire was to go
home and find a way to break the bindings. In my heart of hearts, I
knew that I was doomed. I knew that I could never get away from
him. My fate had been tied up remarkably tight, and I was
pissed-off.
    My only real comfort was.
As an Sōkjan, he couldn’t make me his personal assassin. He would
have to have a just reason for each request he made of me. If, his
request was not valid I would be released from my bond and I would
have to kill him. Ah, there was a silver lining after
all.
    He laughed
softly.
    “I don’t think so.” he
said with a chuckle and started towards me. “Obviously only a few
hours of sleep haven't been enough to improve your
mood.”
    I glanced at him. I hadn’t
been sure if I had made my shields strong enough to stand up
against the force of the binding, but from the looks of him, I
guessed, they had. I, on the other hand, felt as though a mag-truck
had run over me. Life just majorly sucked sometime.
    “So what happened to your
pack?” I asked, spotting