![]() Then he’d wanted to be a shapeshifter, just a rank-and-file wolf, but by the time Curran finally coaxed him out of the deep dark mental well where he’d curled up and hid, it was too late. The Code said he had to be killed on the spot, yet Curran had saved him. When the Pack had found him, he smelled like a loup. He’d been meant to die in that fire, but he’d survived. He’d watched him torture and rape his mother and his sisters until he finally murdered the thing his father had become. When he wanted something, when he reached for it, life broke him, yet somehow he always survived.Īll he’d wanted was to be a kid in the Smoky Mountains. For him everything went wrong, every time. “Why is everything so grim all the time?” she asked.įor some people, the stars aligned and everything went right. “We move around the city unseen, congealing out of the shadows when there’s trouble and melting back into them so someone else can do the cleanup.” ![]() He’d used it more than once to make opponents rethink their battle plans and start looking for an exit. The injuries to his vocal cords didn’t need much to make his voice into a low lupine growl. ![]() “Lone wolves don’t have girlfriends.” He put a little snarl into his voice. “You want jokes, talk to Ascanio.” He yawned. ![]()
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