Where to start with this book? I had to grab my phone and voice all my thoughts together immediately. I felt a wild feeling. I have no idea the best way to describe this other than, it was insanely magical. It’s a book about wolves, sure. Yet, it’s a book about so much more than that. It’s a book that makes you feel like you’re reading this long poem. A poem written to the wild, the wolves and the earth. 

The way this story is written I feel like I could feel the trees through the pages. I felt an urge to walk outside and touch the trees myself. It makes you feel like you have to get out there and do something about the wolves and the earth. That people shouldn’t be fighting these fights alone and you’re wasting your life away by not helping out.
Yet again, it story was more than that. It was a murder mystery. It was figuring out ‘who-dun-it’. How the author managed to sneak that element in there, is beyond me. 

 If that wasn’t enough, it was a love story. It was a love story between sisters, twins specifically. As the twins share everything, they also share their separate, but together, romances. A tangled love story between people who are lost. People who experienced such violence that the same violence that tore at their souls, is the same violence that can bring them together. 
    I try not to judge a book by its cover but this book was very small and I remember thinking – well this won’t be fun. I love a good 400 page book to fill my days. I remember thinking, well this will be short lived. I found myself rereading paragraphs, just to take in the words again. Or reading purposely a lot slower than I normally do – just to make it last. The words are just absolutely stunning. The description of the scenery filled my mind like a movie. 

Finally, the overall story. It’s raw. It’s primal. This isn’t some fantasy land where everyone walks up into the sunset together. It’s graphic. You can feel the emotion. You want to look away because your brain will tell you it’s not right.. this is horrible… we don’t talk about this in civilized society. We feel ashamed. Yet, these situations happen all the time. It’s graphic not just in the description of the wolves, how the wolves live and how we picture wolves to be but it’s graphic in human life. In the human way of living and what we experience to be human.

​    I’m mumbling – so I’ll walk away for now. If I can just leave you with the following thought. This book effected me and it’s going to take awhile to shed this from my mind. Not that I want it to go away. I might have finished reading the physical book, yet the story is living on.