Angielski
I'm used to other wolves coming for me. They want their chance to try and take out the infamous Gray Wolf. And every single one of them fails-because lone wolves aren't like the others...we're stronger. Harder. Meaner. Immortal.
But it also means I'm alone. No pack. No alpha. Just the three of us-white, gray, and black. Two too many, if you ask me.
But with power-hungry mages gunning for us, I don't have the luxury of reflection. They're in New York City, and I. Will. Hunt. Them. Down.
Which is when I see her, and every cell in my body is on alert, filled with the kind of primal longing I never knew I was capable of. Luna West may be human, but there's some kind of thread connecting us. Call it destiny, fate...or voracious animal hunger.
I know she's bait. She's meant to tempt me, to make me weak. But even if I could resist her, I'm not sure I want to.
Because I've never denied my wolf anything...especially the chance to raise some serious hell.
And I'm not about to start now.
