Jan 16, 2023
“I’m trying to protect you,” he murmured. “Red, I’d let the world burn before I hurt you.”
– For The Wolf (Wilderwood Book 1) by Hannah Whitten
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“I’m trying to protect you,” he murmured. “Red, I’d let the world burn before I hurt you.”
– For The Wolf (Wilderwood Book 1) by Hannah Whitten
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“A forest in your bones, a graveyard beneath your feet. There are no heroes here.” — For the Wolf, Hannah F. Whitten
Redarys from Wilderwood Series by Hannah F. Whitten
It’s 11 pm and I’m over here drawing For the Wolf fanart
Wolves ding wolfy-things
//I LOVED @hwhittenwrites upcoming book For The Wolf//
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“Endless twilight, fortunately, only plagues the Wilderwood.”
Recently read For the Wolf by Hannah Whitten and was obsessed with the story and imagery of the Wilderwood! A fun read to kick off spooky season 🕸🦇
Listen i am absolutely in love with the novel For The Wolf and therefor have these WIPs now excuse me while go reread it again
“She went to grab her scarlet cloak before remembering it was still in Valleyda. One shaky sigh, that she’d left it there, but a marriage was more than a cloak. As for the other reasons she’d kept it—the claiming of who she was, what she was—she didn’t need a cloak for that anymore, either. She knew it in her bones, she wore it in her eyes instead of on her shoulders.”
-Hannah Whitten, For the Wolf