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"No, you have it wrong," she whispers in a voice light enough to mistake for empty wind; her hands frame either side of his clenching jaw, tightening until they stop trembling. "I am the wolf." * Seventeen year-old Dove Ramsay is doomed, or at least-- that's what every preacher in a thousand mile radius is cramming down every believer's throat. It's end of times, the days are numbered, and the only hope for any of humankind is salvation. The existence of werewolves has become a fact accepted globally, and the fear of them just as obvious. A rag-tag pack manages to pass through Dove's hometown of Thistle, bringing a trail of blood, dirty money, and a new way to pass time in a place where there's nothing to do but wait for another empty weekend. As everyone around the teenager warns her to stay away from the strange Alpha, Dove realizes he's something she's never been able to find in the lonely town. He's a temptation Dove refuses to resist.
Chapter One: Hot Mess; Hot Hands
