Free A Magical Shift: A Hot Paranormal Fantasy Saga with Witches, Werewolves, and Werebears (Weres and Witches of Silver Lake Book 1) by Vella Day

thin nose. He’s at my place now if you want to see him for yourself.”
    Rye jumped up. “What? What do you mean he’s at your place?”
    “Don’t worry, I twisted a vine around his body then came straight here.”
    “That was smart.” He paced in front of her. “He’s still at your house?”
    “He should be, unless he was able to get loose. The vine loses its power after a while, and if he shifted into his wolf form, he’d be able to get away. It wasn’t like I had a lot of time to think about my plan.”
    His lips firmed, acting as if she’d done something wrong. “Fuck.” He looked at her. “Sorry.” While she was pleased he was taking her seriously, something else was going on that she needed to find out about.
    Her gaze dropped to his gut then back again. “Rye, tell me what’s wrong.”
    He placed a hand over his reddened skin. “It’s a long story. If you’re wondering why I didn’t call yesterday, it was because I ran into someone after I left your house.” He tapped his stomach. “Hence the wound.”
    She sucked in a breath. “You wrecked your car? Is that why I didn’t see it in the driveway?”
    “Yes, but that was afterward. Let me start from the beginning.” He continued to pace while he explained about the stranded motorist and then about the clawing and the stabbing. “I’d like to say I was some kind of hero in all this, but I believe in total honesty.” Rye then told her how he’d had to crawl on his hands and knees to reach his car, and instead of waiting for Connor to help him, he’d been so damned stubborn that he passed out behind the wheel and crashed.
    “That’s terrible. Did you recognize your attacker?”
    “No, but the man who attacked me had a Scottish accent. That’s why I asked you what he looked like.”
    Her heart pounded. “Do you think it’s the same person?”
    “It sure seems like it. I want to find him and make sure he never comes near you again.”
    She clenched her fists. “The man only threatened me, but he never touched me. It’s not like you can ask the police to arrest him for talking trash.”
    His brows furrowed. “He might have harmed you if you hadn’t stopped him, but you’re right. We can’t go to the police and tell them how you controlled him.”
    “I know.” If the humans learned of her powers, there was no telling what might happen. Exposure was one of Izzy’s biggest fears. The rest of her family also had some abilities, but nothing as obvious as creating cyclones or parting the sea, though her dad could set a forest on fire. “If you didn’t get a good look at him, how can you be certain if he’s the same person?”
    “From his reaction at seeing me alive. His voice will also let me know. Then I’ll teach him a lesson about messing with you.” The vehemence of his statement took her aback. Rye acted as if he really cared.
    He threaded both hands through his dark, thick hair, and she lowered her gaze to his muscular pecs and flat abs, which distracted her to the max. “Let me take a look at your injuries.”
    She stood, stepped over to him, and then turned him around. She lightly dragged her fingers down his back. “This looks painful.”
    “I don’t need you to feel sorry for me. I’m fine. Really.”
    She didn’t believe him and stepped around to face him again. She ran a finger over the scar on his stomach, and heat from his skin caused a trail of hot desire to shoot up her spine. “This doesn’t look fine,” she said.
    “It barely hurts. The red will be gone by tomorrow.”
    She wasn’t as convinced. This close, Izzy studied the tattoo that banded his bicep. “What does this stand for? I get the wolf paw, but why a lightning bolt?”
    He inhaled deeply as if to keep his voice even. “The bolt cutting through the tribal symbol stands for power, and the wolf’s paw is rather self-explanatory. It’s the same one on my back. My dad has had the face of the wolf on his arm since he became the