![]() He tore through trees and bushes, looking for prey, a fight, anything to soothe the rage burning away at his chest like a wildfire. ![]() His black lips were curled back to show sharp white teeth. His yellow eyes gleamed in the dark, catching and reflecting the light of the moon. He was a blur of gray, brown, and white fur. Newly fallen snow coated the ground, and it was cold against the pads of his big, powerful paws. MATEO DIAZ SPED THROUGH the trees, away from the little town of Eurio, Alaska and the Tanana River. He tried to forget about the “werewolves.”Īnd Austin has no intention of letting him leave this time. When Mateo disappeared four years ago, Austin tried to let him go. ![]() Then it was two “werewolf” pelts flaunted on a viral video.Īll of it conjures up memories of Mateo, Austin’s first love. It’s been a long time since he heard that sound. ![]() Any unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. ![]()
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