What Sleeps Within the Cove (Of Flesh & Bone, #4)

by Harper L. Woods

Not my fucking murder puppy.

She might think that she could break me, but she wouldn’t. I’d been created of flesh and bone, forged in the fires of abuse and tyrants.

“Stole my fucking dog,” Caldris said, but his voice was laced with humor. I could hear the taunting smile in it, and feel the way he did not fault me for the theft. “You cannot steal what was never truly his,” Fenrir said, though his voice was sympathetic. A wolf belonged to no one, but our bond had the potential to eclipse the affection he and Caldris shared for one another. “Do not worry for us tonight. It is I who must worry for you always, Tempest.”

I gave Khaos the finger as I fell into darkness.