Feral Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #3)

by Caroline Peckham

I saw her clearly for what she was now. A witch with the face of a temptress.

ugh get over it Mason

“I would have made the best Lioness, Leon. But you had to go and shack up with a pride who aren’t even of our kind!” “Um…I’m sorry?” Sin tried with a shrug.

lol

He looked vulnerable for a moment, like he’d been called crazy so many times in his life that it had worn him down to the bone. And I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

“Once we get out of here, they’ll forget about us. But I don’t wanna be a peanut, Mason, I wanna be a cashew.”

“I can’t read or write, kitten.

Okay Feyre

“You came for me, Mason!” “Err, sure. Of course I did,” Cain replied though the look of confusion on his face said he’d had no idea the dude had even been here.

awww bless

“Seriously?” Cain growled, but I ignored him.

me

“Me too,” he gasped as he ran. “Free of this hell forever.”

poor Hastings just absolutely traumatized

And as he cupped a glowing blue light in his bloody hands, raising it from my chest, I knew what it was. I recognised this part of me as my Order. My Lion. They were taking my fucking Lion.