It’s been almost four years since I read the last Howl at the Moon story (How to Run with the Wolves). That’s a long time for me to remember a series but almost as soon as I started reading How to Love Thine Enemy things started coming back to me and I remembered how much I enjoyed reading the previous books.

This book really touched my heart on many levels. It was sad in places because of the lack of acceptance by Taq’s family of his relationship with Cupun. But I felt the deep connection between these two – from the prologue when they were friends as children and when they meet again as adults.

It’s a complex story involving three different groups of people: The Qimmig (Cupun’s pack/dog shifters), the Inuit (Taq’s people) and the Quickened (dog shifters from the US, some living with the Qimmig). Taq and Cupun have some tough times and have to fight for their relationship but all of the angst is so worth it. I love books that move me to tears; this one did that and I loved it.

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Anka brought out three mugs of tea and a plate of hard-ass cookies. She set them on the coffee table. Hanta and Taq ate one cookie each, for politeness’s sake. In their village, people did not appreciate rushing into things, so they talked about the weather, and the book exchange, which Anka was super invested in. She told them about the books she’d gotten from there for, like, the past ten years. Finally, she put them out of their misery and started the conversation they’d come here to have.

“I was a young bride,” she said, cradling her mug between her hands. “It was a nice day, so I did the washing and hung everything up outside to dry.”

Hanta and Taq shared a look, wondering if this was some random memory.

“When I got back from visiting my ananna, I could see, as I approached the house, that the clotheslines were empty. Completely empty. Not a stitch! My first thought was that my husband, Wes, had taken things down, and wasn’t that considerate?” She laughed. “I told you: I was a new bride. If you’d known my late husband, you’d know how unlikely that was.”

She shook her head, a look of surprise on her face, as if it had just happened. “I looked all around. The side yard. Inside the house. Even in the trash can. But the clothes were gone.”

“It was the Qimmiq?” Taq broke in, too excited to wait.

She made a face. “Yes. But I didn’t know that at the time. Not until I talked to my neighbor. You see, when I lived with my mother and father, we were in the middle of the village, and we’d never had our clothes stolen like that. So it was a shock to me.” She sipped her tea.

“My husband was angry at them. But me, I was more curious. The load of clothes they took had all been mine. Why did they take my things? I wondered: was there some girl in their community who was my size, and who needed things to wear? I had a picture of her in my mind, you know? Living in the mountains like they do, with next to nothing. I felt sorry for her.”

Anka picked up a cookie and chewed thoughtfully.

“Yeah,” Hanta said. “I can see that. It’s a lot less cute when they steal ATVs.”

She ignored him. “I decided, instead of them stealing my things, I should just give clothes to them. That way, I could feel better thinking about that girl. And maybe they would leave my favorite clothes alone.

“So I found some things I didn’t wear anymore. And I went around and asked others in the village too. I made a bag for her. I put it out with a note. A few days later, the bag was gone.” She shrugged. “I’ve been doing it ever since.”

Anka looked to be in her 60s. If she’d been a young bride when she’d started, that was a long-ass time. Taq thought he knew everything that went on in the village. But clearly, he did not. He wondered if Grammy knew. And, if she did, what she thought about it.

“How often do you put stuff out?” Taq asked.

“When I can. A few times a year. They only come at certain times, you know. In the spring, when they can first get down from the mountains after the snow. And in the fall, to store up for winter.”

“Do you know where they live?” Hanta asked. “Their village or cabin or whatever? Where is it?”

Anka gave him a wary look. “No. I don’t know. Why are you two so interested in the Qimmiq, anyway? Did they take something of yours? You won’t get it back, you know.”

“Just curious,” Hanta said in a voice that was too dismissive. He was a shitty liar.

Anka grunted. “They haven’t touched the things I left for them this spring. Or last fall either. I don’t think they’ve been around.” She looked off into the distance. “I worry about them. Something’s changed, but I don’t know what.”

“You mean besides them? Changing, I mean,” Taq said. Subtlety was not his strong suit.

Anka gave him a shrewd look—like she knew everything and Taq knew nothing. “You’ve got secrets, Taq Geela.”

A little shock went through him. Not because she knew his name. It was a small enough village that everyone knew everyone. But for a moment, an illogical side of his brain thought she meant that secret. The one not even Hanta knew. But, of course, she was talking about the Qimmiq.

Taq looked at Hanta and he gave a little nod. Then he nudged Taq with his elbow for good measure. Go on. Tell her.

Taq cleared his throat. “So, you know the legend of the Qimmiq? The dogs that once lived with the people and were able to change into humans? Well… I saw it today. This morning. I saw two guys shift into dogs down at the fjord.”

Anka studied him with a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. He waited, not saying more.

She reached out and patted his hand. “Thank God. It was getting tiresome being the only one who knew.”

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