Moon Sworn (The Bound Series Book 1) Read Free

needed to get laid badly.  Now that was the one thing he was really looking forward to once he finally caught up to his errant mate. 
    Turning over onto his front he closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind.  Sleep soon claimed him, but not the pleasant oblivion he sought and so desperately needed.  No, his dreams were filled with death and the smell of tinny blood, the scent suffocating, ripe and overpowering in his nostrils.  This was the kind of dream that left him with the memory of a throat raw from screaming, and his chest tight from loss.

Chapter Three
     
     
    Three weeks later in England:
     
     
    Jaden felt giddy with elation.  He'd found her, finally she was within his grasp after he'd landed in Lower Lunaton a few days ago.  He'd rode around the small countryside town familiarising himself with the layout of the houses, streets and woods.  Tonight he'd come in on foot from the back of the properties.  A circuitous route, but the safest for this important reconnaissance mission. 
    Lying on his belly, in a prone position, he lifted his head and his whiskers twitched as the picked up on his surroundings.  His ears moved in different directions as he checked for danger, trying to search out anything else close by.  Mouth wide open, he took in all the scents on the wind.  Breathing deeply to taste all the information and scents available to him. 
    A rumble pushed up his throat as he caught the specific one he'd been searching for.  The smell of musk, sweet grass, sunshine and fresh air became a thick coating on his tongue making him purr.  There she was, his mate.  No heavy, cloying perfumes for his woman.  Just her own naturally, evocative scent and his tail swished from side to side with approval.  Interest evident as he lifted his top lip and gave another chuff, the sound deep and rumbling in the quiet of the night.  The rest of the wildlife had gone into hiding as soon as he'd entered the woods, keeping clear of the predator now in their mist.  They were safe for tonight though, he had other things to hunt.  Tonight's target much more important than chasing a snack - not matter how exhilarating that could be at times.  
    Dropping lower to the floor, he slunk on his belly through the under bush as he tried to get closer to the back of her property.  Head turning from side to side, whiskers constantly quivering as he processed all the information provided through his inbuilt warning system.  He was on the lookout for a tree that would take his cats weight.  He was large for a Jaguar so he had to find a tree with a good solid branch.  One where he could lie and observe the mate fate had chosen for him.  Curiosity may kill the cat, but this cat was too full of joy to worry overly much over that old saying at the moment.  His nightmare and dry spell of nearly 5-years was coming to a close.  After all this time he just wanted to finally get a good look at her.  Not that it mattered overly much how she looked because his body would react to her no matter what, fate had ordained it.  Although it would be nice to know that the man was attracted and didn't need his imagination to get it up, no matter what the cat, or fate thought. 
    A sound came to him from the left and he froze, getting even lower.  His eyes scanning, ears and whiskers twitching as he held his breath and searched for the threat.  A dormouse shot out from under a bush and dove under a tree root making him laugh.  The sound coming out as a deeper chuff than normal as it came from the cat's throat.  Turning he did another visual sweep before continuing on, his eyes now scanning the trees surrounding him near the edge of the wood.  He spotted a large oak that was close to her properties boundaries, so close in fact that a branch overhung her back garden.  Lifting his top lip off his canines in a parody of a grin he made his way towards it.  Eyes still constantly scanning as he used a stop start motion, freezing after