aren’t her saviors. We’re her worst nightmare.
damaged. Fragile. Wounded. And oh so tempting. She’s not broken… yet. But
that’s what we do best.
thirty days she belongs to us, the Barons. We rule the criminal underworld the
same way we rule our pack—with absolute control. Now she’s our property, to do
with as we please.
little fawn will come to know our cruel strength. She’ll see the fierce beasts
prowling inside us. Feel the hunger of the wolf’s teeth against her throat.
she’ll beg for more.