"There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind — wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one's own feet going seem to come from a far-off place."
-Toni Morrison
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Chrysalis (Book 1.5 in the Wolfen Brethren Series)
WerewolfAt the age of 13 she found her mate. A wolf who was not quite a wolf and a man not quite grown. He was her mate but she was not his. She was too young, too scarred, too innocent, too broken. At the age of 16 she was a woman and he a man, a wolf but...
