Wild Heart ,Wolf’s Desire
But it wasn't a Red Hand wolf.
It was Ryder, covered in blood both black and red, his clothes torn, his eyes wild with a frenetic light. He didn’t look at her. He spun, putting himself between her and the doorway just as the first scarred wolf lunged through.
“Sorry I’m late to the party,” Ryder snarled, and met the beast with his knife.
Tess watched, paralyzed, as Ryder fought in the cramped doorway, a human holding back a tide of teeth and rage through sheer, insane grit. He was a tempest of violence, but he was being driven back, inch by bloody inch.
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