Page 15 of Her Silent Knight

“Sleep, wolf.”

Why did she insist on calling him a wolf? He was a dragon. Her dragon.

“Sleep now!”

Pain gripped him. His eyes widened. She wasn’t caressing him because she was happy to have found her mate. She was using her magic on him. This witch...

“Now,” she shouted, hatred etched into the lines of her face.

Then the darkness swept up and pulled him down.

Fucking witch!

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FUCK!

Her magic was off today. Sin placed her hand against her head, waiting for the dull ache to go away. She’d felt a similar discomfort the first time she’d put this wolf to sleep. What was it about this loser that made her magic act strange?

Sin glared at the sleeping wolf. Once sleep finally claimed him, he’d fallen back onto the couch, out cold. Right before he passed out this time, he’d looked happy. Why had he looked happy?

Headache gone, Sin leaned forward to peer into his face. Why had he appeared to be happy a moment ago? This wasn’t a happy situation. He wasn’t hanging out at a friend’s house for a weekend sleepover.

He was locked up in her cottage and handcuffed to a spelled table. There was nothing for him to be happy about. Yet, she could’ve sworn his lips had lifted in a slight grin while he stared down at her a moment ago.

She also could’ve sworn he’d leaned into her hand when she touched his cheek. It was as if he’d enjoyed the warmth of her touch. Sin shook her head. Maybe she was just imagining things.

Her dad always said she had a wild imagination. There was no reason for this wolf to smile at her. Now that she thought about it, he didn’t really give off wolf vibes. He seemed to be something bigger, much bigger. Sin placed her hand against his chest.

“What are you?” She asked out loud.

Of course, he couldn’t answer. He was out and would remain that way for a couple of hours or until she told him to wake up. What was he? Closing her eyes, she left her hand on his chest.

In Guardian Training, she’d been taught how to sniff out a shifter. Not sniff in the literal sense. Witches didn’t have a discerning nose as animal shifters did. They couldn’t use their sense of smell to determine what kind of animal a creature was.

When they said sniff, what they meant was feel. Witches were taught to feel vibrations. This male’s vibrations screamed shifter. So did his aura. The first time she’d seen him, she’d gotten a wolf vibe from him.

Wolves were dominant and cocky creatures. According to the updates from her sister, one of her friends back home had been given a wolf shifter to watch over as her final test before becoming an official Guardian.

Her friend, Tiana, already had an attitude bigger than Texas. Being given a wolf shifter was going to make her final test hard to pass. On top of that, she was given a shifter she had a horrible past with.

Right now, it sucked to be Tiana. Sin hoped her friend passed her test. However, she was enjoying the updates from her sister on Tiana’s progress. It was the closest she could get to a drama or soap opera here.

Then again, maybe it was she who had been tossed headfirst into a drama. The creature she thought was a wolf, wasn’t. She’d brought a shifter into her home and she had no idea what kind of shifter he was.

Who does that? He definitely wasn’t a wolf. Or even a bear. Now that she was up close and personal with him, she was realizing her mistake. There was a huge beast inside him, but it hadn’t been awake earlier.

Now, it was. His heartbeat was faster and stronger than before. He smelled of fire. His body temp had even gone up. A rumble vibrated through his chest, causing her hand to tremble.

Gasping, Sin jerked her hand away from him. Could he be? No way. There was no way she’d stumbled across a creature even her Elders had never seen before. A creature they’d only heard stories of.

A creature who was rare and damn near extinct. She was really sitting in the lap of a dragon. Wait, I’m sitting in the lap of a dragon. A dragon sporting a massive erection. With a yelp, Sin jumped to her feet.

Her cheeks heated in embarrassment. All of her cheeks. Face cheeks and ass cheeks. She couldn’t believe he was still hard. He was out cold, but that dick was wide awake. Wringing her hands together, she wracked her brain for a spell that would make him go down, softened.

They didn’t teach this type of shit in Guardian Training. What to do? She couldn’t just leave him like that. Then again, this could be a form of torture. Sin drummed her fingertips against her chin. Nah, she wouldn’t do that to him.