Dire Bound (The Wolves of Ruin, #1)

by Sable Sorensen

For everyone who’s turned their pain into power

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my twenty-three years alive, it’s this: Women in pain give men confidence.

I’ve seen men like him before. The quiet ones. The dangerous ones. The men who don’t shout threats because they simply don’t need to

He’s as feral and dangerous as his direwolf.

“Well, you’ve got all your body parts, still. So that’s something. Anassa’s warmed up to you?” “If the warmth you’re referring to is fiery rage, then yes. Very much so.”

And there’s that way he holds himself. Not condescending like the other Bonded. More… challenging. Like he’s daring the world to test his strength because he knows he’ll come out on top.

Rebellion. That’s what it is. A need to prove him wrong. A need to break his will before he can break mine. It’s that air of competition he projects. I breathe it in and my muscles buzz with the need to show the world that it can’t break me.

“But it’s a thing that used to be more common, wolves would have a mate bond with another wolf, and it would give them extra powers, like they could talk to each other even if they weren’t in the same pack, and the riders would feel their heightened emotions.

What exactly does that say about me? A truly feral, vicious beast took one look at me and thought, That one. I’ll take that one

“Give me the word and I’ll tear out his throat. All the lives I’ve ever taken were just training for this moment, my queen. Make me your instrument of vengeance. Let my hands act out your every savage, depraved thought. Use me. I’m yours.”

You are the danger. Any person who doesn’t see that deserves what’s coming to them.”