Wolf in Night

Chapter One

I

A wolf doesn’t choose his wolfwalker,

He can’t help being drawn to your side;

There’s a tiny place in his brain and yours

Which seeks the other’s mind.

It’s a need, a desire, a hunger in both,

An addiction that pulls like a chain,

It resonates between you, like the sun

Blinding and swamping your thoughts,

Like the wind rising and falling, falling,

Like the packsong calling, calling.

It binds you like two halves of a knot

That cannot come undone.

—excerpt from Who Hunts the Wolves


Afternoon, just west of Willow Road . . .

The wolf watched from the shadows with a predatory sense, an animal tang of hunger. Evening was approaching fast, when color would shift into shades of grey and the air would grow cool with danger. The young wolf knew what would come with the darkness. He was a year old, experienced enough that the hunt was no longer fearsome, but still young enough that it was something he eagerly sought. This time, he hunted alone.

He hunched beside the roots with a waxleaf tickling his fur. He flicked his ears absently. The yearling liked the ... read full excerpt from Wolf in Night ebook