Hunted (The Feral Souls Trilogy #1)

by Erica Woods

To not be miserable, you have to be happy. If you can’t be happy, pretend.

“you cannot be held responsible for anything you did in the name of survival. And you cannot, you cannot, hold yourself responsible for what was done to you.”

To my surprise, Ruarc’s hold firmed. He dragged me back against his body, giving me a quick squeeze, before leaning down to whisper in my ear, “Proud of you.”

Many of our kind made the mistake of thinking fear equaled weakness. But fear was imperative to life, to living. The day I woke up utterly without fear would be the day I had lost everything, for it would mean I either had nothing left to lose or that I stopped caring about the consequences of my actions.

“At some point in your life, if you are lucky, you might meet someone who touches a part of you you had thought long dead. A part no other has been able to see, let alone reach. It could take you completely by surprise and be someone you would never expect, or it could be a person who buries under your skin in such a gradual way you do not notice until it is too late.” His gaze grew sharper. Assessing. “If you meet someone like that, what does it matter if you have to share her? If the thought of losing this person is as appalling as the thought of losing a limb, you would do anything to keep her. Anything . . . as long as it meant you would be a part of her life.”

“Don’t.” His voice was a dark rasp. “Where you go I’ll follow.”