I was a
bag of bones. I still had skin and hair
and probably pumping blood, but for all intents and purposes, I was cadaverous.
Being at the center of the were
world’s biggest conflict has finally landed March Howe in the ultimate mortal
peril for a wolf: the middle of a cat lair. Surrounded by silver, she finds herself
trapped by more than just the room she’s confined to. Endless thoughts and questions envelop her and
the promise of death approaches like a boundless and heavy storm cloud.
Unaware that it was the cats, the pack races across the state,
in search of the wolves they think have March.Meanwhile, Avery is assembling a diverse group of weres to aid in the invasion and rescue of the girl he swore to
protect.And while March’s human friends
may not know her secret, Ruthie Birch does.Enlisting the help of an ally unwelcome by the others, Ruthie devises a
plan to join Avery’s army, whether he likes it or not.And Saffron Kellum is forced to leave her comfort
zone when her twin brother goes missing and she discovers she’s the only one
who can find him.
In Book Five of the Lone March Series, March Howe finds herself
in an existential crisis that can only be soothed by the goddess she’s
estranged herself from.While the cats
make beastly plans for the last female were-wolf, her family and friends make
plans of their own that involve uncovering secrets and even double-crossing
each other to save the last she-wolf.Will this contrasting group be able to work together to save March, or
will the last of the were-wolves lose everything when their old enemy threatens
to destroy the only hope they have?
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was an unscratchable itch. The
icy burn on my cheek woke me. I was
lying on my side, curled up in a ball, so when I lifted my lids, the gleaming
silver-blue sheen was right before my eyes.
I pushed myself up with great effort—surprised first at the fact that I
wasn’t shackled up in silver, then at just how hard it was for me merely to sit
up. I was wondering what could possibly
have been in those needles when I realized what caused the burn and
subsequently the sheen. My cell was made
up entirely of silver—the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. No wonder they took off the cuffs. What purpose did they serve in such a
cubicle? This explained my unprecedented
only place I could see out was through a tiny window in the door, but there was
nothing to look at through there but darkness.
Then I saw them. A pair of
brilliant, glowing eyes in a lustrous, honey color. Their enigmatic shapes were all that peered
out of the shadows, and I was transfixed, almost allured. If I’d had the energy to move, I would have
gotten closer to the window. As it was,
I sat frozen, the icy burn now coming from two sources as I gaped at the
eyes. They blinked once, and then they
were gone. I wasn’t sure if the silver
cell was soundproof, but I didn’t hear even the smallest noise as the figure
made its exit. No
other eyes visited me that day or the next.