I was supposed to bring balance.

That's what my name?Atlas?means.

It feels more like being torn apart.

Between good and evil, Nature and Chaos.

Always running after or from something.

Including a certain coyote shifter who wants to rip me limb from limb.

I'd rather he shred my kilt and do other things to me.

But alas, shouldering fate keeps getting in the way.

Or maybe I've got it all wrong.

Maybe he's the only path to balance, to the future.

An end to the running.

But we'd have to trust each other first.

I'd rather tear myself apart than ever do that.

Atlas and the Traitor, book three of the Soul to Find series, coming 2025.