among wolves, but finally a fucking wolf with the marks on my arm and blood on
my hands to prove it.
I suddenly felt alive now more than I had in a long time. I didn’t know how to
explain it or where it had come from, but knowing I had finally, after all this time,
succeeded in one small portion of my need for vengeance was enough to ignite
something I’d forgotten was there to begin with.
To see blood spilled in my honor by my own hand was a treasure to behold, and I
planned to extort the shit out of it. I would not shy away from this; I would embrace
the hell out of it. The goal was to become a wolf, and I was officially inducted, and it
felt fucking fantastic. I hadn’t felt this elated in so long, and I didn’t want to let it
go. After all the shit I had gone through, I’d somehow found myself again, and it
was in the most unlikely place.
After seeing how pleased Darren was with my decision, I instantly knew he’d
wanted that. During my retreat, I had forgotten why Darren chose me to begin with.
I’d forgotten it was because of how strong I was, how resilient, and how goddamn
challenging he loved me to be. That was the girl he wanted. And when I had pulled
that trigger, he couldn’t have confirmed it any better than the kiss he gave me
afterward.
Sid’s words suddenly echoed in my head from our conversation on the island.
“You can choose to be a victim, or you can choose to be something else
entirely.”
I was finally that something else entirely. I was the fucking phoenix rising from
the ashes of her despair and taking flight into victory. From within the shadow of
death, I was ready to breathe fire again.
I lifted my head from the bushes with a wide smile and looked into the darkness
of the woods, seeing for the first time all the stars between the branches in the
distance. Light could be found in the dark, and I was going to extract that shit like
diamonds from a mine. I wouldn’t lose myself in this. I’d conform, but I wouldn’t
forget. Not this time. That mouse of a girl Darren had tamed was irrevocably gone
and would never be heard from again.
The bitch was back. And she was thirsty as fuck …
To be continued …
AUTHOR’S NOTE
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J. Marie has been writing since she first learned the alphabet, but it wasn’t until 27 years later that she finally
decided to take the deep plunge into the depths of independent publishing. Her written work conveys the
darker side of writing, bringing in to light what most may shy away from and she loves every moment of it.
Her inspiration comes to her in the form of a minefield on top of a snow-covered mountain. One step and a
new idea explodes in her head, and then before you know it, it's an avalanche of ideas rushing through her head
and it does not stop!
When she's not writing until the late hours of the night, she's working as a legal assistant at a personal injury law firm in Michigan and studying hard as a night student in law school. She also likes to spend time
with her fiancé, ride her little Honda Grom motorcycle, shoot guns, and make messes around the house.
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Document Outline
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Author’s Note
About the Author
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