Black Claw: Bound by Fate
Every wolf in their blood is standing on two legs, begging to drop to four.
Her name is Lizzy. She’s from the east side of the valley, nearest the water, but her accent is all bare-knuckle city, every sentence ending like a challenge. She’s not a wolf—she’s not even pack—but she looks at all three of them with a knowing, hungry patience that makes Derick want to run halfway home and hide under the porch. She grins so wide you can see the permanent scar splitting her lower lip. “Well,” she says, “who’s buying me lunch?”
David recovers first. “We’re buying you a house, an estate, a small principality.”
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