Her Soul for Revenge (Souls Trilogy, #2)

by Harley Laroux

Survival is messy. Survival has no morals or kindness. Survival isn’t black and white, good versus evil. Survival is shades of red; it’s blood taken and blood lost. My survival was a gun, liquor was my sustenance, and rough sex was my painkiller.

My own little wolf, a beast in human form. A fragmented piece of destiny.

“Fix you? Ah, little wolf, I have no desire to fix you. I just want to see all your broken edges shine. I want to feel how sharp you are.”