Wolf’s Soul by JL Madore EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: JL Madore
- Language: English
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He is our calming essence, our foundation, our spirit. To the four of us
sharing the phoenix mating bond with him, he’s Kotah, buddy, or Wolf. To
the rest of the fae world, he’s His Royal Highness, Prince Nakotah
Northwood, heir to the Fae Prime, or, more recently, Fae Prime in Waiting.
Life sucks when you lose the right to choose.
In the week since I woke up the resurrected savior of the fae world on
Earth, I would’ve been lost without my wolf. The youngest of the five of us,
Kotah is the one with the old soul and most contemplative spirit. He’s
brilliant—fact, not hyperbole—and he’s not even old enough to drink in a
He’s also an omega. From what I know, that’s rare… like really rare.
Not as rare as my human combustion on the side of a Texas backroad and
rising from the ashes as a phoenix, but still rare.
“Hey, sweetie.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and shift across the middle
bench of the SUV to get closer. Kotah is a stunning wolf wildling with Native
American heritage. He’s leanly muscled, with chestnut hair down to his very
fine ass, and the sweetest, melt-you smile evah. And he’s hurting—which
hurts all of us. “Whatever happens, you’re not alone. We’ve got you.”
“Hells to the yeah,” Jaxx says from behind us. The jaguar squeezes
Kotah’s shoulder from over the backrest of our seat. “We’re a lock.”
“Damn skippy,” Brant, my grizzly says, turning in the shotgun seat to
offer a wink. “There’s no splitting up this band. We’ll figure it out.”
Even Hawk jumps on the reassurance bandwagon, offering a confident
smile in the rear-view mirror. “No mate left behind, kid. Calli’s right.”
Kotah dips his chin and exhales. “It’s the only thing making this
I snuggle against his side and lay my head against his chest. His heart
races beneath my ear and for once, it has nothing to do with the crazy mating
heat that has us all sexually keyed up and randy most of the time.
A wild growl rumbles from the front seat but it doesn’t raise anyone’s
alarm like the guttural musings that Brant’s bear usually does. That is his
“Hey.” I point toward the front window of the truck at the roadside
saloon coming up. Judging by the cars in the parking lot, it seems popular.
“Any chance we can stop in for a burger and beer?”
“I could stretch,” Brant says, straightening in his seat. “I’m in for a few
“You’re talkin’ my language,” Jaxx says behind me.
Hawk frowns. “We can be at Northwood Hall in twenty minutes—”
“I’m in no rush,” Kotah says, grabbing onto the lifeline. “I’d love a
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