Heart of Her Wolves

A witch with no past…A Fae with no future…Two shifters with no hope. Their entwined fates could be their doom or salvation. I have no memories of whatever life I left behind. No clues indicating why the mage pretending to be my father was hiding me away. And now I’m fleeing for my life, hunted by mercenaries who want me dead.
My only friends are a possessive rebel Fae, his temperamental dragon, and his two exiled wolf shifter brothers. Though I’m drawn to the Fae and his brothers, the last thing I need is three jealous lovers fighting for me when I still don’t know who or what I am. Even if my wolf shifters may hold the key to my heart and my memories.
Of one thing I do know—my magic is strengthening, and if I can’t learn how to wield it, I could very well burn this world down.
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I would’ve given him a spell of flatulence if we hadn’t been sitting in such close proximity. Magic tickled my palms. Maybe a spell of hairy warts.
“Don’t do it, witch,” he rumbled, his breath hotter and heavier, and yet a chill snaked down my spine and raised my flesh. “We can’t afford any more delays.” He pulled my backside flush against his hard chest.“Brute.” Seething, I spoke from between clenched teeth. “What are you doing?” I fought the urge to elbow him in the ribs.
“Making sure you don’t fall off,” he hissed in return.
And before I could answer with a sarcastic retort, Radnor leapt into the air without warning. My heart fell to my stomach, and then the contents of my stomach lurched into my chest. I was too terrified to scream, much less speak, as the world stretched far beneath me, and we ascended right into the clouds. I held tightly to my sack with one hand, and I grabbed Helian’s hands on the saddle horn with the other, digging my nails into his wrist.
“Easy,” he chuckled against my neck, the heat from his breath warming my skin. “I won’t let him drop you.”
But then we broke from the clouds, the dragon’s mighty flapping wings blowing my hair in a tangle behind me. I caught glimpses of thick vegetation beneath us and cragged peaks in the distance, and I couldn’t help but gape in awe at the wide world before me. If I hadn’t been so terrified, I would’ve howled with joy. I was finally free of the man who’d been pretending to be my father after escaping the invisible chains binding me to a mundane life. And now I had a wide world to explore, if it didn’t kill me first.