Tweedy clothes that looked like they belonged to some kind of professor.
A little popsicle frame that said, “Have a great trip, Mummy! luv u!” in a child’s handwriting. Inside the picture frame weretwo extremely cute little girls with blue eyes and frizzy blonde hair. They were only faintly brown, but freckles covered their faces. And they both had my nose….
My mind filled with an ominous buzz.
And for some reason went to the books I’d passed on the shelves. Hundreds upon hundreds of them.
finnt mei tür…
My heart beat faster. Warning me, even as my feet carried me to the closest wall of built-in shelves like something puppeted.
Not by a dragon this time, but my fate.
I took the first book off the shelf. It was beautifully bound in leather and smelled of mega-deer… but had no title.
I flipped to its first page.
My blood froze over.
Hello, my name is Dorie Hamilton-Scotswolf, and I’ve fallen through time. I’m not sure how to go about explaining this….
I snapped the book closed, tucked it under my arm, and immediately grabbed another.
Hello, my name is Dorie Hamilton-Scotswolf, and I’ve fallen through time. I’m a physicist. Got terrible marks in writing all my life, but I’ll give this my best try….
With my heart beating in my throat, I grabbed another one.
Hello, my name is Dorie Hamilton-Scotswolf, and I’ve fallen through time. I’m a stay-at-home mother and a wife, but now I’ve somehow found myself caught up with these three dragon blokes….
And another…
Hello, my name is Dorie Hamilton-Scotswolf. I’m a sci-fi author, but I never in a million years would have written myself into this kind of storyline….
I couldn’t stop. My hands moved on their own, pulling book after book.
Hello, my name is Dorie Hamilton-Scotswolf, and I’ve fallen through time. I used to run a comic book shop in Edinburgh. Now I’m living in a cave with a dragon who won’t stop staring at me….
Hello, my name is Dorie Hamilton-Scotswolf, and I’ve fallen through time. Three days ago, I was making roux for a dinner service. Now I’m figuring out how to cook reindeer meat over an open fire. Life is strange….
Hello, my name is Dorie Hamilton-Scotswolf, and I’ve fallen through time. Sucks to be me, but maybe not? Here’s why….
Every single introduction was written out in my handwriting.
Every single one bore my name.
But every single one was penned by a Dorie I’d never been.
The Wolf Queen of the Gods
Twenty years ago…
If Sadie hadone regret about the events leading up to Bloody February, it was not going straight home from Scotland. The community bear army had just invaded Faoiltiarn to save her from Alban Scotswolf’s house and break Declan out of his jail cell.
After navigating a sea of doubt and regret, she and Tadhg had finally exchanged bond bites, officially making the four of them a quad and fulfilling the prophecy of the Irish Bear Queen.
They were so giddy, so drunk on finally being whole, they’d sent the rest of the villagers on ahead. For an entire night, they’d holed up in the honeymoon suite of a hotel, pledging their love and celebrating the restoration of their quad in ways that left Sadie sore, bruised, but happier than she ever could have imagined.
She’d grown up ostracized and confused in her narrow-minded Wölfennite community. But now she could see the rest of her happy life laid out in front of her like a road of gold that never ended.
