Cry Wolf by Greta Stone
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Title: Cry Wolf
Author: Greta Stone
Genre: M/M Urban fantasy
Everything you know is a lie.
Peter is a kitsune. Chaos follows him wherever he goes. Good intentions, bad intentions—it doesn’t matter. Even mimicking the howl of a friend he hasn’t seen in over a decade turns out to have disastrous consequences.
The wolf doesn’t have a name. For now, he goes by Luca. He has no past, and as an escaped slave, if he can’t stay hidden in the shadows, he’ll have no future. When someone steals his howl, he’s drawn to investigate, and ends up saddled with a mouthy fox who insists they used to be friends once upon a time.
Petty problems and a dubious reunion are pushed aside the longer they’re stranded together. The Underwood is a dangerous place.
They have two choices: work together or die.
Join Greta Stone in a dark paranormal MM romance retelling of Aesop’s fable, The Boy Who Cried Wolf, and David P. Mannix’s classic novel, The Fox and the Hound.
Greta is the unruly offspring of a tiger and a dragon. She spends most of her time reading, stalking Goodreads, and harassing other authors with pranks. She loves to hear from readers. (Hi, Mom.) Leave a message after the scream! (Seriously, Mom. You can just call me.)
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Peter wheezed. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
Luca rolled onto the square yard’s swept stone. His hipbone and elbow were bruised, but he imagined it didn’t even compare to what Peter was feeling right now.
“I told you it was a bad idea.”
Peter rolled onto his back, a constant drizzle of steady rain mixed with the blood pouring from his nostrils in dark greenish tracks. He touched the back of his hand to the gore, nose scrunching in a wince. And then he yawned like the pain was gone.
“Well don’t rush to ask if I’m okay, Luca.”
“You just had to try it. You just couldn’t let it go. I told you that flying takes skill. I told you that you can’t just pretend your way through some things. We’re lucky we didn’t drop clear out of the sky the second you took off.”
“You know, I hear that you’re mad, and all I have to say is that no one told you to go along with my idea. If you felt that strongly about it, you should’ve said something.”
Luca almost punched him. “You told me to go along with your idea.”
“So admit that you had a little bit of fun and I’ll take you for another spin.”
“I didn’t have fun.” Luca rubbed the bleeding cut on his chin. “Actually, right around now is when I start to hold you responsible.”
Peter writhed in feigned agony. “Oh, the burden.”
Luca told himself he found nothing intriguing about this impishness. “I hate you.”
“What do you want to do to me?”
The question seemed to shock Luca somehow, the top of his sharp cheeks taking on the barest hint of cherry red. He seemed to give it some thought in the darkness of the dripping tunnel, “This time, when we do whatever we’re going to do, can you pretend…to love me.”
Peter halted. “What?”
“Don’t make it weird.”
Peter latched on to Luca’s arm and halted his purposeful march through the main chamber. “I’m not trying to make it weird. What did you say?”
“Pretend to love me this time. Despite being a shitty liar, you’re good at pretending. It shouldn’t be that hard for you to make me believe it.”
Peter squeezed his shoulder and turned him around so he could see his face, his stark features illuminated by the glowing blue pool of liquid. “You want to believe that I love you?”
“I want to know what it feels like…” His eyebrows knitted. “I keep thinking about Avaline. How much she must’ve loved him to turn her afterlife into this forest. A tree for every tear. I want to know what she was crying over.” Something about Peter’s expression triggered Luca’s defenses, and he spun around. “Forget it.”
“Stop,” Peter snapped with a vehemence that left his voice echoing in surrounding caverns.
Luca halted, but didn’t face him, head tilted to the side. “What?”
“Didn’t Lydia love you? Didn’t Chief love you?”
“I don’t think that’s the right kind of love.”
“What you asked for…” I don’t have to pretend. “Stay here. I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?”
“To get rope.”