After one night, he walked away. He's going to live to regret it. Mari Growing up alone in Quarry Pack, I always dreamed of a mate who'd sweep me off my feet and carry me away to our very own cottage that we'd fill with pups and love and laughter. A real family. What I got? Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. The pack sees Darragh Ryan as a tortured hero with a dark past, protecting the pack from afar. I know better. He's a jerk who can't deal with people so he's chosen to live in the wilderness and-I don't know-brood. One thing I do know is that he doesn't get to reject me. I reject him. Darragh Mari doesn't understand what she doesn't know. She's na ve, soft, and way too young and sweet for a life of self-imposed exile. She's a grown female who sits in trees, reading books, and wears party dresses to garden. Everything she owns is pink. Her wolf is probably pink. She can't handle the real world, and she sure can't handle my wolf. No one can. One day, she'll understand why I won't claim her,
