Playing With Wolves

Playing With Wolves

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"Wolves?" He smirked at me like I was telling the funniest joke he'd ever heard. "That's what you and your little friends think you are? You wouldn't know what to do if a real wolf stared you in the face." "It's just a name. And we're in Chicago. I'm never gonna actually stare a wolf in the face." I barely got the words out when I was pressed against the wall. He leaned down until his face was inches from mine. His lips curled up and his teeth grew into sharp fangs that stopped beneath his bottom lip. "You are now, Tobias." He growled. "What are you going to do about it?" Tobias "Toby" Mitchell is a young black man from the grittiest neighborhood in Chicago. He and his friends, self-proclaimed 'The Wolves," hatch a plan that involves stealing something very valuable from the Volkov brothers, who they believe are just another three rich, white men that own a popular lounge downtown. But they're so much more than that. And so is Toby. With the Volkovs's help, Toby's about to find out just how much things aren't as they seem. Part I of the 'Wolves' Series.
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Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

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