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336 pages, Paperback
First published February 25, 2020
You are the hunter, and this wolf, though he thinks he is the predator, is your prey.
There is a tree at your back. It rises behind you like all of history—your history, the history of girls in forests, the history of wolves and fangs and blood.
Bisou was raised by her grandmother - and her g-ma was a cool one. She could go to her for anything...until she couldn't.![]()
“It’s not that we need more wolf hunters,” you say. “It’s that we need men to stop becoming wolves.”


“Maybe there could be more of you. More fighters.”
“It’s not that we need more wolf hunters,” you say. “It’s that we need men to stop becoming wolves.”
“What we need right now,” Mémé says, her voice a cautious warning, “is to get through these next few days. Heads down. Eyes up. The world is not kind to women who cry wolf.”
You are stronger than you were, and faster than you were, and you, in this moment, are made for this moment.
The animal confronting you is both a wolf and not a wolf. And you—you are both a girl and not a girl. You are a hunter, and this wolf, though he thinks he is the predator, is your prey.

