The Wolf

She was wild. She roamed the states with no one to answer to - not her father, not a husband, not even a god. She was somewhere in the twilight of good and evil. And that... well, that would make anyone become wild.

Elizabeth Wolf had been on her own since she was barely fourteen years old. It was a cruel and unforgiving world, so she too had to be cruel. She pickpocketed, stole, and seduced whomever she could, long after she turned eighteen.

But a single night in a saloon would turn her world right around when she chose to pickpocket a well dressed man with fire in his dark brown eyes.