Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
Orphaned and shunned, Alora has always lived in fear until fate binds her to her worst enemy, Colton, the proud future Alpha of a rival pack. Their bond shocks everyone and sparks old hatred and danger. As war returns and dark secrets rise, Alora must uncover the truth behind her cursed bloodline—or die trying.
“They kill and eat people in flocks much like that… peck out their eyes, brains…. organs… it’s kinda gross. Evil little bastards.” She shrugs, again with the deadpan tone of indifference and I gawp at her back and seriously wonder what kind of wrong goes on in this girl’s head. “Way to make us all…
“God dammit!” Meadows chirps in and slides it into her pocket after checking for herself. Muttering under her breath about cursed witches and damned nightfall, which only serves to make my hackles rise and my skin goosebump all over as the sun edges further down towards the horizon and the air turns cooler for lack…
“She must be tracking us with the locator spell, keeping tabs.” Meadow shrugs as if that’s the only possible answer to her knowing exactly where we were at this point in time, and I smile softly. Warmed by her attentive care even when we have travelled far from home. “She’s a seer…. she has gifts…
I love you, you crazy femme. God, I now know what Cesar deals with if you ever see someone as a threat, and I bet this is nowhere near the intensity of what he deals with. She will never replace you…. stop with the hostility. I mind link her, so Carmen doesn’t hear and Meadow…
“Yeah well, you didn’t turn us away. At least her last hours were not there, not around that toxic man and his minions. She got to experience the pack one more time, a safe place and genuine love before she did what she did.” “So, the rumors about how he is treating the people.” I…
I have to admire the girl, she has a fire in her, even if it’s shrouded in an unlikeable attitude. I can see what she says is true and knowing now she endured months of torture and pain at Juan’s hands, I know she’s not about to curl up and cry. She has fight in…
“And here I thought that specific nickname was left at the mountain… Guess you really did miss me, Sweetie pie.” Carmen flexes her shoulders and glances at Meadow who winks in a mock kind of sarcastic way. The flirt in her showing face because she uses it when the fight starts to flex. “Why, when…
“Life happened. Juan happened.” Her voice croaks in her throat and she looks away to hide her face as she quickly wipes it and goes back to glaring outside. A sudden hint of emotion again and she seems to curse herself out for showing weakness in the form of a tear. So much hostility in…
“I think what they’re doing now, is proof enough. If they wanted something else, I doubt they would be attacking.” I try for a gentler approach, but Meadow and Carmen are sat in stubborn silence and both stare right ahead as we progress. The atmosphere turns frosty, and I sigh to shake off the battle…
“Why did they stop so easily?” “Maybe they can’t go any further….. look.” Meadow points ahead pulling our attention back to the windscreen and we can see where the fog thins out enough that it’s barely there. Finally, an end in sight to this depressing smoke. It’s thinning to almost nonexistence and I wonder if…