Wolf Winter

Sequel to Dog Days. A Wolf Winter NovelWhen the Winter arrives, the Wolves will come down over the walls and eat little boys in their beds. Doctor Nicholas Blake might still be afraid of the dark, but the monsters his grandmother tormented him with as a child aren't real. Or so he thought...until the sea freezes, the country grinds to a halt under the snow, and he finds a half-dead man bleeding out while a dead woman watches. Now his nightmares impinge on his waking life, and the only one who knows what's going on is his unexpected patient. For Gregor it's simple. The treacherous prophets mutilated him and stole his brother Jack, and he's going to kill them for it. Without his wolf, it might be difficult, but he'll be damned if anyone else gets to kill Jack-even if he has to enlist the help of his distractingly attractive, but very human, doctor. Except maybe the prophets want something worse than death, and maybe Nick is less human than Gregor believes. As the dead gather and the old stories come true, the two men will need each other if they're going to rescue Jack and stop the prophets' plan to loose something more terrible than the wolf winter.

A Wolf Winter NovelHome. For Jack and Gregor, the exiled Wolf Princes of the Scottish pack, it's someplace they never wanted to leave. For Danny, who fled as soon as he could, it's someplace he never planned to return. As for Nick, pathologist and carrion bird, he has nowhere else to be. It offers only one thing-the Old Man's help in putting down the bloody-handed treachery from the prophets who dogged them all the way from Durham. The twins' father is many things, not all of them kind, but not even the prophets would cross him. But when they finally arrive home, they find the Old Man gone and the prophets' puppet installed in his place. Outnumbered, bereaved, and haunted by old mistakes, the four of them must discover the prophet Rose's plan before it's too late. As the stakes rise and the cold settles into their bones, they find that the old fairy tales hide horrors under their pretty words. In the Highlands, Fenrir has stirred, and he's hungry.