Falling For The Demon Wolf

“Iknowexactlywhoyouare,”hemurmured,hisvoicealowgrowlashepressedmeagainstthecoldstonewall.Hisbodycagedmine,heatradiatingfromhimlikeawildfirewaitingtoconsume.Iliftedmychin,ignoringthewaymypulsebetrayedme.“ThenyouknowwhyI’mhere.”Hislipsbrusheddangerouslyclosetomyear,nottouching—justenoughtomakemybreathhitch.“Doyou?”Hisfingerstracedaslow,deliberatepathdownmyarm,stoppingjustbeforemyboundwrists.“Becauseyoudon’tlooklikeahunterrightnow.”Iswallowedhard.“Andyoudon’tlooklikeamonster.”Hechuckled,darkandamused.“Oh,littlehunter,youhavenoidea”.Inaworldwherehumansandwerewolvesareswornenemies,fateweavesadifferenttale.Violet,thedaughterofJames—descendedfromalonglineoflegendarywerewolfhunters—hasspentherlifepreparingforonemission:tokillAlphaZain,thefearedDemonAlpha.Toproveherselfworthy,shemustbringhisheadasatrophy.Butwhenshefinallyfaceshim,destinyshatterseverythingshe’severknown.Whilehersisters,AprilandJade,eagerlyawaitnewsofherdeath,Violetfindsherselfentangledinafatefarmoredangerousthansheimagined.Becausethegreatestthreatisn’tthebattlebetweenhuntersandwerewolves—it’sthebondthatshouldhaveneverexisted.