• He was unlike any man she had ever seen—or even imagined—yet he was utterly perfect: exactly what she had always wanted but never realised until this moment.

  • It was a freezing December night in Caithness. On a crag, over the German Sea, Castle Dhiùlt stood powdered by snow. The bailey was dimly lit by torches at each entrance. In its centre, illuminated within a circle of lamplight, a dead man shone like a star.

  • Even now when she was upset—and he was the cause—he couldn’t help thinking how beautiful she was. He tried to say with a look everything he felt in his heart. The words were on the tip of his tongue.

  • She looked back up at him, into light blue eyes that shined in the daylight like the windows to heaven. His hair, already akin to fire, turned to a blaze with the sun behind him.

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‘It is possible that from this Greek Mask τὀ λυκαἱνιον was derived the Latin term lupa, literally a she-wolf […]’

‘[…] the wolf is the eternal symbol of ferocity and inordinate evil appetite, hard by which rides cruel devouring lust. The desire of blood and the desire of flesh are found to be never far apart.’

Montague Summers, The Werewolf (1933)

L. M. Woodward

is an Australian-New Zealand (Ngāti Hine) author.

Her first novel, Lupa, will be released in 2026.

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