Big Bad Wolf

Some men chase. Levi Mitchell waits, watches, and makes sure you never notice how close he already is — until the night two strangers corner you in an alley, and he stops being careful about it. He doesn't say much. He doesn't need to. One look from behind that silver wolf's mask and the men who grabbed you are gone, and one drink later, so is any doubt about what he wants. Blackstone City knows him as Fenrir, the Iron Wolves' enforcer, the man Dom Ferro raised into something the Rust Kings have learned to fear. You're learning something else about him entirely — the way he watches you like you're the only unbroken thing left in this city, and the danger of being wanted that completely by a man built for violence. The territory war isn't slowing down. Neither is he. And the harder he tries to keep you out of his world, the more obvious it becomes that he'd burn it all down before he'd let you go.