My Review:She can’t ignore a cry for help. But in this remote hunting town, it’s open season.
Gwen Proctor escaped her serial-killer husband and saved her family. What she can’t seem to outrun is his notoriety. Or the sick internet vigilantes still seeking to avenge his crimes. For Gwen, hiding isn’t an option. Not when her only mission is to create a normal life for her kids.
But now, a threatened woman has reached out. Marlene Crockett, from the remote town of Wolfhunter, is panicked for herself and her daughter. When Gwen arrives in the small, isolated rural community, Marlene is already dead—her own daughter blamed for the murder. Except that’s not the person Marlene feared at all. And Gwen isn’t leaving until she finds out who that was.
But it may already be too late. A trap has been set. And it’s poised to snap shut on everyone Gwen loves. Her stalkers are closing in. And in a town as dark as Wolfhunter, it’s so easy for them to hide…
I love this series although I will say that this book was a bit hard to read. Not because it wasn't good and suspenseful and twisty and well written but because I feel for Gwen so much. I just want some peace for her at this point but this is definitely not the case . . . YET! I don't want to give anything away but you will not see this coming -- it's amazing how Rachel Caine can come up with these books and execute them so well. Can't wait for more!!
Wolfhunter River comes out next week on April 23, 2019, and you can purchase HERE. The first book in this series, Stillhouse Lake, was absolutely incredible and you can read my review of book 2, Killman Creek, HERE, which I also loved! And, I just found out that there will be a fourth book, Bitter Falls, YAY!!!
So I do. I tell him about marrying my ex, about our early life when I had no clue that the demands he placed on me in the home, in our bedroom, were anything but normal. I was too young and too sheltered to know better. I'd been told to be sweet, be accommodating, be what my husband expected from me. And once the kids came, it was too late to listen to my instincts. I was too afraid to look at the truth.