Dire Bound (The Wolves of Ruin, #1)

by Sable Sorensen

“Some people deserve to die.”

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

“Hurt me then, Alpha Stark.”

I almost forgot how devastating grief is. How it leaves you husked and raw, but never numb. The pain is like a gaping wound—one no dressing can cover, no shield can truly protect. The agony of it might lessen, but it never truly leaves.

“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.”