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432 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2012
"The Wolflord didn’t panic, instead standing firm, glaring back. The chieftain stepped closer, peeling back his lips to reveal his rows of wicked, filed teeth. He gnashed them, teeth striking one another like flint against stone. His tongue trailed from between them, the warrior letting the tip trace along the tiny, white blades, a ribbon of blood appearing across the purple flesh. His men whooped, clattering weapons at their chieftain’s show of strength.
Drew let the Wolf in, just enough for his purpose. He felt his gums tear, his human teeth shifting, sharpening; reforming into deadly lycanthropic fangs. By the time he bared them at the chieftain, his mouth was slick with blood, dribbling from his lips and down his throat, revealing a set of razor teeth more impressive than any Wylderman had ever laid eyes on. He growled and stepped forward, snapping at the air.
The chieftain was beaten; Drew’s show was clearly enough not only to make him doubt his chances in a fight but also dismiss any fears that he was an enemy.