They call me The Wolfe. I hunt women the way a wolf hunts lambs. And I just found my latest prey. She’s a long way from home. We meet on the plane. And there’s nothing as vulnerable as a girl who’s homesick after her first trip abroad. The girls I’m used to want my money and my looks. This girl is too innocent for either of those things. She wants me because of the way we lock eyes. The way we instantly hit it off. The way we seem to have been made for each other. And I want her because I’m The Wolfe. I hunt innocent young women like her. It’s what I do. But sometimes, the hunter becomes the hunted.