Revenge of the Desert Wolf

I didn’t plan on writing Revenge. Not like this. 

This book clawed its way out when I thought I was done digging into darkness and healing—turns out I’d barely started.

While Harper and Lucas fought their demons on the page, I was wrestling mine off it. Writing this book meant sitting in the messy middle—grief, growth, burnout, and a few too many “what the hell am I doing?” nights. 

But that’s what Revenge became about—finding power in the wreckage.

It’s slower in the moments that matter, sharper where it hurts, and heavier with emotion than I expected it to be.

I wrote it with tired eyes and a stubborn heart.

This is the book that taught me you don’t need to come out unscarred—you just need to come out... changed.

PS: The ending isn't dramatic but dayum!