Surviving all alone through a brutal winter, she hauls a half frozen stranger from the icy river and tends wounds no ordinary man could ever survive. Then three hundred wolves circle her little cabin at dawn, and she learns the man she saved is their Alpha King, and fate has already chosen her as his. The stranger she pulled back from death is the one man the whole wild north bows to, and he has no intention of letting her go.
This was a well written visually and vocalized with rich, deep and well explained narrative of their roles ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Karen, thank you for such a thoughtful reading. I’m so glad the writing, visuals, and voices all came together for you, and that the characters felt so fully realized. Your words mean a lot to me. ❤️
Goose bumps; 300 wolvesI muzzles to the ground in unison. Epic! loved this too 💕 Each fable gets better and better.!!
Goosebumps on my end too just picturing it 🥹🐺 That you feel each fable building means everything. Thank you for riding along, Margaret — so much more to come. 💕