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The Wolf and the Wildflower

Ella Fields
Chapters (41)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. TABLE OF CONTENTS
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. PART TWO
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. PART THREE
  31. TWENTY-SIX
  32. TWENTY-SEVEN
  33. TWENTY-EIGHT
  34. TWENTY-NINE
  35. THIRTY
  36. THIRTY-ONE
  37. THIRTY-TWO
  38. THIRTY-THREE
  39. THIRTY-FOUR
  40. EPILOGUE
  41. ALSO BY ELLA FIELDS

TITLE PAGE

Copyright © 2022 by Ella Fields

No part of this book may be reproduced, copied, resold or distributed in any form, or by any electronic or mechanical means, without permission in writing from the author, except for brief quotations within a review.

This book is a work of fiction.

Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Editor: Jenny Sims, Editing4Indies

Formatting: Stacey Blake, Champagne Book Design

Cover design: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations

For the hearts who had to bleed out to learn how to beat again

TABLE OF CONTENTS

TABLE OF CONTENTS

TITLE PAGE

PART ONE

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

PART TWO

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

EIGHTEEN

NINETEEN

TWENTY

TWENTY-ONE

TWENTY-TWO

TWENTY-THREE

TWENTY-FOUR

TWENTY-FIVE

PART THREE

TWENTY-SIX

TWENTY-SEVEN

TWENTY-EIGHT

TWENTY-NINE

THIRTY

THIRTY-ONE

THIRTY-TWO

THIRTY-THREE

THIRTY-FOUR

EPILOGUE

ALSO BY ELLA FIELDS

PART ONE

ONE

Aster

The sleeping sun brought a flood of newcomers to the tavern.

Chatter grew in volume, providing more precious moments of escape. My eyes remained clasped upon the golden liquid in the glass before me as I fell into the woes and highs of the mundane lives surrounding me.

Until the subject changed.

Not for the first time today, talk of bloodshed reached my ears.

Whispered and gleeful exchanges of battle and vengeance began to circulate at nearby tables with far too much ease. Such casual carelessness made it clear that those within this tavern—within this city of Vordane—had never known what it was to watch all they loved burn.

As night bloomed in full and drink loosened more lips, what I’d assumed and heard proved true. This kingdom I’d chosen to visit had been doing the burning.

My blood cooled more by the minute, though there was no need for it. This was not my city. This was not my home.

The thought of returning to my own had me topping up my wine, the decanter hitting the table with a clank when the atmosphere shifted. The sparse candlelight flickered and flared. A hum, gentle yet deepening, infiltrated the dim tavern moments before its source.

Patrons glanced up when a male was shoved inside the door, laughing even as he turned to growl at the two males who entered behind him.

Wolves.

Their scent and the crimson markings of a royal army upon their black tunics and cloaks gave them away. It had been said that most wolves in this territory were warriors in the king’s infamous legions.