Vicious Bonds (The Tether #1) Read Online Shanora Williams

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Mafia, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Tether Series by Shanora Williams
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 132582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
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I work hard to swallow, then look around for something to stop the bleeding, but nothing here will stop it. I need to find help. Fast.

“Damn it,” I mutter. I must be dreaming, and if this is a dream, I can control it, right? I can find a way out—a wacky way that will take me back to reality.

I almost laugh at the thought until I hear a low growl ahead. My stomach drops as I freeze, eyes widening as the growling becomes louder.

Slowly, I look up to where the noise is coming from, and fear paralyzes every fiber inside me. Ahead is a wolf with all black fur. All its sharp teeth and even its magenta gums are revealed because it’s snarling so hard. The wolf’s hazel eyes bore into mine and it takes a step closer, lowering to its haunches, ready to pounce.

Every part of me wants to scream, but if I scream, it will attack me. But this is a dream. It’s not real. I can get out of this. I stagger to a stand, and the wolf growls louder, then barks.

“Easy,” I whisper, my voice shaking as I hold my hands in front of me. “Please just…go away.”

The wolf moves closer, barking again, gnashing its teeth, and the warmth drains from my body. “Please,” I whisper. It’s not real. This isn’t real…is it? Please, God, tell me this isn’t real.

My heart is beating twice its rhythm, I’m so scared.

I take a step back as the wolf moves closer. If I run, he’ll run after me. If I keep standing here, he’ll attack me. I look down at my leg again. The blood is dripping between my toes, mixing with the black dirt.

My best bet is to run. Fuck my leg. Fuck this dream. I can’t just stand here and get mauled. I have to do something, so I pivot and run, allowing the adrenaline to course through me. My run is weak, and I feel myself limping, but I don’t care.

The wolf barks again. It’s coming after me.

I dash through the trees, glancing over my shoulder at the wolf. Branches scratch my cheeks and leaves slap me in the eyes, but I run, run, run, my heart beating madly, my mouth going dry.

My shin sears with pain as I glance back, and the wolf continues snarling at me. Looking back was my mistake because as soon as I face forward again, my ankle catches onto something, and I fall.

I land flat on my stomach, roll over, and scoot backwards. The wolf’s paws pound into the earth and then it leaps forward, landing right above me.

“No!” I whimper as it cages me between its legs.

It growls in my face, its damp snout touching my nose, and I close my eyes, pleading silently.

Please don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me. Please don’t…

“Cerberus!”

My breath hitches when I hear the voice, and immediately the wolf’s snout is off mine. I open my eyes, keeping my body perfectly still as the wolf runs away.

My heart gallops in my chest as I listen to sticks breaking, footsteps approaching. I hear the panting of the wolf again, and before I know it, it’s standing right beside me, wagging its tail. And then a man appears only a couple steps away, dressed in all black.

Eleven

WILLOW

A flat black cap is on the man’s head, creating a shadow over his eyes. Worn black leather gloves are on his hands, which are at his sides, and he stands only a few feet away, wearing a creaseless black trench coat. I have a feeling he’s staring at me, but I can’t tell due to the brim of his hat being so low.

“Who are you?” the man asks, voice gruff.

His voice. I know that voice. I just heard it moments ago, in my apartment. It’s deep, an English accent—a dialect I’m not familiar with. I’ve heard many people with all kinds of accents, thanks to my line of work, but not his. His is different and hard to forget—a voice that has haunted my dreams and played tricks with my mind.

I try to find the words to speak, but my tongue feels like a dead fish in my mouth.

The man moves forward, only now his hands aren’t empty. There’s a silver handgun in one of them, and he’s pointing it right down at me. The gun is twice the size of a regular handgun, the barrel so wide I can see into it without squinting an eye.

I throw my hands in the air. “No—wait!”

“I asked who you were.”

“I—I’m Willow. Willow Austin.”

“And where did you come from, Willow Austin?” he asks, the gun hovering inches from my face.

“I—I don’t know. I landed here, and that—that wolf started chasing me! If I’m not supposed to be here, I’m sorry! I’ll leave, I swear, j-just please don’t kill me!”



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