Dire Bound (The Wolves of Ruin, #1)

by Sable Sorensen

Confidence makes men sloppy. And sloppy men are easy targets.

Anassa, running in the moonlight, racing down the mountainside, faster than wind. A sun rising, rays blinding and beautiful. A crown, its metal glinting, then drenched in blood.

“The Strategos direwolves have convened and chosen their next leader. Anassa. You are the new Strategos Alpha.”

And in case my implication is not crystal fucking clear: You touch her again and I’ll cull you myself.”

Suddenly Stark is on me, his face thunderous, backing me into the tiny corner. “Who did this to you?” he demands ferociously, one calloused hand clamping hotly on my thigh.

BARK BARK BARK