John and Mary Theberge lived among the wolves of Algonquin Park for more than a decade. They came to know the wolves individually. They watched them grow up, saw them rise and fall within their families and packs, and in many cases, found them dead, killed by professional trappers of wolf-hating farmers and hunters. This is a story about nature and human folly, about the interdependence of living things and lethal threats to that balance. It is written with love, anger, and extraordinary eloquence by two of the world's foremost wolf authorities.
