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I drop my gaze to the pot of water. “Careful. It’s really hot,” I say to cover the fact that I saw, and she knows it, and now her face is blazing pink. She resettles herself, making sure she’s tucked tightly, and begins to gently shake tea into the strainers with her upper arms plastered…

He’d held me by the scruff of the neck and scrubbed me clean in the river while I fought and bit, and then he fed me and threw me in a pile with the other pups who’d lost everyone. He kept watch over us every night until Elspeth finally let him sleep in her den,…

I want to say sorry. I didn’t want to make things weird—well,weirder —but I didn’t have a choice either. When the panic hits, seeking reassurance is a compulsion. If I don’t, I freak out, and then things get really, really weird. I wish I could explain, but he’s an angry male, so I’m not about…

I unfold the case, already knowing what I’ll find, and I’m right. There are slots filled with every size needle and crochet hook you could want, as well as a pouch with a thimble, scissors, and a random assortment of safety pins, straight pins, buttons, and a few threaders for good measure. I take out…

His lips quirk. “Are you changing the subject again already, Annie?” My heart rate kicks up another beat. He says that like he knows me. He doesn’t. But the way he says my name like he’s accustomed to it—I don’t hate it. I hold the book a little higher. His lips curl higher. “It’s about…

“Mudded it?” “To hide my scent.” “You did that on purpose?” “You thought I kept it that way?” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Because I’m ‘Last Pack’ as your people say? And we’re wild animals.” I drop my hand to my lap. That is what we’re taught. Justus’s mouth curves down, his…

Discourse on the Origin and Basis of Inequality Among Men. The pages are sepia and brittle as fall leaves. I’ve never heard of it. I’m not much of a reader of books. I’m too distractible. When the money started to come in from the farmers’ market, I got into audiobooks, though. The sound doesn’t exactly…

“When are you taking me home?” I blurt because I don’t dare ask him about beds. His shoulder blades snap together. That amazement in his eyes flickers out. My stomach sinks. I’ve made things heavy again. I curl my toes into the rug and hug my knees tighter. “Later,” he says. Never. They have you…

There’s a rickety stool outside the den with a book sitting on it, a paperback that’s gotten soaked and dried at least once, opened like a fan. A bookmark made of braided grass is tucked between the pages. He reads? What is he reading? My wolf can’t read. All she can do to satisfy my…

Last Pack ? They’ll tear you apart. She’s beginning to see the issue. A high-pitched whine rises from her throat, and she continues to creep backward, her belly dragging in the dirt, a fresh wave of fear perfuming the air. Justus squeezes his eyes shut, the tip of his nose flushing red as if the…