Lian Harper Dc Comics Novels & Stories

The wolf claws on my fingertips had retracted, but the anger in my heart could not be calmed for a long time. I knew that from this moment on, my fate would no longer be controlled by anyone. Neither Jonah nor William could make me surrender. I am Harper, a female werewolf of the Moon Shadow Pack, and my fate belonged only to me.

Dexter I watched her from the bronze shadow of the founder’s statue, the morning sun warm on my back and the fountain’s spray misting the air like innocent tears. Lily Harper. Nineteen years old, freckles scattered across her nose like stars someone had carelessly tossed onto porcelain, auburn braid swinging every time she laughed at something her loud roommate said. She sat on the fountain’s edge with her knees drawn up, hugging a journalism notebook to her chest as though it were a shield against the world. Pure. So fucking pure it almost hurt to look at her she was the perfect prey.