Estera Montenegro grew up knowing one thing: she needs to be a wolf to survive.
As an Enforcer in her community, it's her job to face off with law-breaking members in an arena while citizens watch. But when fate takes a drastic turn, she finds hers...
"Listen here, girl," the old woman said, as raw rabbit meat rolled across her tongue like a rusty sludge. She licked her fingers, the smack smack, echoing in time with the snap of the fire pit. "In this life, you're either a wolf, or you're a weak little lamb, easily persuaded to follow. Which do you want to be?"
"A woof," Estera replied.
"Good answer." The old woman grinned, revealing brown teeth in the firelight flickering across her wrinkled skin. Using her talon-like nails, she raked aside the silver strands falling into her face, and continued, "And you might be a pup right now, but you're not just any pup. Are you?"
"No?" Estera crooked her brows.
"No. Your mother fought in the Great War of the Territories that divided us all. The blood of our enemies stains the very ground we walk on, thanks to her. One day, when you're older, you'll be a fierce wolf just like her. You'll make us all proud."
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