
"I, Margaret Michaela Clements, am not guilty of killing Edward Hunt and Gwen Clements." Hunter grew up without a family. When his aunt killed his parents Hunter learned how to survive without getting hurt again. He focused all his energy into becoming the next greatest warrior for his pack, because that's all he knew. Enter Kennedy Quinton, a she-wolf who is only as happy as you think she is. Her battle scars are one of the secrets she tries so hard to never say anything about. Always alone, always the weirdo. It isn't until fate and the Moon goddess bring Kennedy and Hunter together that they realize, their broken pieces fit each other's hearts. *** "Why. Why do you insist on getting to know me? No one has tried that before." I say, eyes locked with Hunter's. The depths pulling me in deep, almost making my train of thought derail. "Sunshine, why does it matter. Don't tell me you don't even think you know why. Just a guess." He says, his raspy voice coos. "I don't have a guess." I say with more force then needed. His anger rolls off of him and my wolf starts getting tense. If this was going to work, I needed to stop making my mate so angry. But it was sexy on him.Tutti i diritti riservati
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