Wolfsgate

My resurrection, they call it. They have no bloody idea. Shipwrecked and lost, left for dead, Abandoned by my own family. Drugged and addicted. My wife saved me, brought me home. I didn't even know I had a wife-can I trust her? I know I want her. Desperately. We are two of a kind-the manipulated, the tossed off, the rejected. Bitter disappointments, painful secrets, age-old jealousies are my new shipwreck, and my wife my new opium. Is satisfaction to be found in revenge or revenge in satisfaction? One thing I do know, without each other we're both doomed.