The Lone Wolf's Rejected Mate (Five Packs, #3)

by Cate C. Wells

Why do I care about being ladylike in Darragh Ryan’s murder shack? Patriarchy. It’s the only explanation.

she’s reallyyy trying to write a gen z teen here lol

Males in this pack—” Her nostrils flare. “They get away with everything.” They do. They suck the marrow from their chicken bones and toss them on the floor when the bucket we set out is right in front of them. They mount whoever’s willing, and then they continue about their business like it never happened, except to laugh their heads off when the females end

up fighting over them in the middle of the lodge. They wear what they want, go where they want, strut around camp like five feet tall is so short that they can’t see you, and if you meet them on the path, you better step off, or you’ll get plowed over. They take everything as if it’s their due, and when it’s their turn to do their part, their attitude is basically make me. And we can’t because we’re not strong enough, never strong enough.

oh god is lenox darragh? 😭

I brush my palms once more on my jeans, as much good as it does.

Ew wash your hands please

the problem is these misogynistic packs don’t feel like families at all. they feel like… cults maybe? just weird and not good. it’s not a community in the way werewolf shifter stories usually have

She squints down at the bloody thing, furry brow knit. The head lolls onto its side. An eyeless socket stares up at the starry night sky. An impatient growl erupts from the back of my wolf’s throat. He nudges the head with his snout, shoving it closer to her wet, dirty paws. Careful not to make too sudden of a move, she wriggles backward. He rumbles, lifts his right paw, and sets it on Smith’s caved in forehead. He cocks his head. Her eyes narrow. He rumbles louder. She tosses her head, and then she prowls forward, carefully, and gives the head the barest sniff and a gingerly poke with the very tip of her claw. My wolf’s rumble melts from demand to magnanimous satisfaction. She’s given him his due, recognized his gift. He’s content.

come back to this sequence

I scoop Mari’s wolf up, and carefully tuck her in the crook of my arm.

PLEASE her wolf is so tiny 💀

red maple leaf

canada?!!!

But it isn’t strength to close your eyes and plug your ears, is it?

“I love you, Ken.” I give her a smile. She goes red, and her lips spear down as her chin hikes up. I love embarrassing her in public.

I curl up on the sofa, drifting off and startling awake. Hydrating. Waiting. When will Darragh come? Will he come?

you have legs. YOU can go to HIM