The Wolf's Mate Book 6: Logan & Jenna Read Online Free Page A

she wasn’t
considered a female of worth to her people.  Lockinfae were the blue-collar
workers of the fae world, those that couldn’t conjure magic, unlike her friend
Kari, who was a blosomfae and used her magic to control nature.  Jenna
could unlock anything.  It wasn’t a glamorous ability, but she’d never had to
carry a key, and her parents were honest and hard-working.
    Tonight, on the eve of her twenty-fifth birthday, she would
party like the world was ending; then in the morning, on the first day of the
twenty-fifth year of her life, she would cast an ancient fae spell that would
lead her to her truemate.  Somewhere outside of Harom Glen was her truemate.  A
shifter; a wolf perhaps, or maybe a big cat.  He would feel compelled to find
her, and she him, tethered by the spell until they met.
    In her mind, there were fireworks and stringed instruments
playing as she met her truemate for the first time.  Then he’d gather her into
his arms and kiss her until the whole world dropped away and it was just the
two of them, cementing their new life together with the most passionate of
kisses.
    Kari twisted and clipped Jenna’s hair into a complicated
mass on her head.  Then she opened her clutch and withdrew a small paper
envelope.  She opened it, turned it over Jenna’s head, and sprinkled the
contents — small seeds — into her hair.
    Kari waved her fingers over the seeds and they began to
sprout into delicate, dark-green vines no thicker than thread, which wove in
and out of the locks of Jenna’s hair.  The vines sprouted miniscule silver
flowers that complemented the silver strands of Jenna’s hair, making the
classic style look even more elegant.
    Kari held one more seed between her fingers and set it on
the top of Jenna’s wrist.  As it began to grow into a light green vine, it
circled Jenna’s wrist several times over, so a thick circlet of vines lay on
her wrist like a bracelet.  Delicate blue flowers, like the sky in the summer,
popped up and filled the vines.
    Jenna touched the bracelet gingerly, her eyes misting with
tears.  “It’s so pretty, Kari, thank you.”
    Kari hugged her and smiled down at her.  Jenna was shorter
than her best friend, who towered over her five-foot-four frame by four
inches.  “It’s my pleasure, Jen.  You’re my best friend and I love you.  I wish
you weren’t leaving the glen.  I’m worried I’ll never see you again.”
    Kari, not only powerful but beautiful, was betrothed to a
he-fairy named Raynir, a captain in the fae-army.  He had high status among
their people as a warrior, and he seemed entirely devoted to making Kari happy.
    “I visit my cousin, Leah, in the Mortal Realm where she
lives with her truemate.  You can visit me anytime, and I’ll come back here to
visit, too.”
    Kari smiled and wiped at a stray tear, turning around to
gather the makeup supplies that she had brought over to help Jenna get ready. 
Jenna kept her thoughts about the Mortal Realm to herself.  Kari didn’t really
understand what it was like to be an outcast in this world, to live on the
sidelines.  As a member of the lower class, Jenna hadn’t enjoyed the plush life
that Kari had, going to parties and being courted by the most handsome
he-fairies in the glen.  Jenna had only been courted by a handful of he-fairies
since she turned eighteen, and none of them had led her to believe that their
potential marriage would be anything but one of convenience and duty.  Jenna
didn’t want to be married to man that didn’t want her, didn’t love her.  She
wanted to be swept off her feet by a strong pair of arms and kissed senseless,
driven to ecstasy by talented fingers and lips, not groped blindly in the dark
and left unsatisfied.
    Jenna and Kari left her bedroom, where her bags were packed,
ready for her spell.  She would travel to the Mortal Realm and stay with her
cousin, who was married to her truemate, a were-fox.  She’d been practicing the
spell in her