The Wildflower Series

by Rachelle Mills

Is this what it’s like to be a spinster wolf at twenty-two? All I need are the cats to come around and make my home theirs.

“Sometimes good people are meant to suffer. You learn from it, grow from it, become better from it. Now the suffering needs to stop before it eats you and you can’t come back from it.”

The legacy that they are making is a forked tongue trail. They have no one to blame but themselves. She can have him. He’s not worth my fight.

“I just want you to know that you are my first thought in the morning and my last thought before going to bed at night. I want you to know that I packed all my pictures up. She will always be in my heart, Rya, but you right now are my soul.”

“Do your brothers know how much you love olives?” It’s a question I’m wondering about. “No, they don’t.”

Death is final; you don’t come back from it.

There are times he chooses to feed all the darkest of his demons. He thinks he’s a monster; I think he’s broken.

This is self-destruction. To love him is to love ruin. Can ruin ever love you back?