“Across the small clearing, Samuel begins the growl that my wolf knows means her death. She grabs for me, trying to take my skin, desperate to grovel on her belly. Not because she expects to live, but because she literally cannot die defiant. The curse of a submissive wolf.”

“Across the small clearing, Samuel begins the growl that my wolf knows means her death. She grabs for me, trying to take my skin, desperate to grovel on her belly. Not because she expects to live, but because she literally cannot die defiant. The curse of a submissive wolf.”

— Audrey Faye