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.
I reach out to it in my oncoming delirium with weak grasping fingers, sure I see her face in the canopy above as my eyesight obscures. “I can’t. I’m not strong enough.” It’s a pathetic whisper at no one, as my eyes blur with tears at my own failure, and my heart aches that somehow,…
“I see you’re awake, dear girl. I’ve been impatiently poised and ready to come introduce myself to such a marvel as yourself.” The heavy accent is foreign, almost like the Queen of England that I’ve heard on television in the orphanage, and I screw my face up at the man who strolls in towards me,…
He’s wolf… like me. There’s no denying that very specific scent we all carry and it red alerts me and wakes up my brain immediately. I have no idea why the hell a lycanthrope would be manning a power plant in the middle of the forest. I mean, maybe it’s not that big a deal,…
I’ve been sleeping a little better since that battle. I don’t know if it’s because I learned something about my own strength, and it boosted my confidence, or if it was just having some slight comfort to use as bedding, and the knowledge I did this all by myself, that helps me sleep a little…
My sneakers are getting scuffed and worn and soon I might have to start finding tree sap to make minor repairs to make them last, or venture towards the human spots in time, to use what money I have for something longer lasting. I didn’t expect them to start giving out quite so soon, and…
I pick one and waste no time kicking off my shoes to turn hands and feet into sharp climbing accessories and scale all the way to the top in the blink of an eye. Lycanthrope have many skills that natural wolves don’t, and this is one of them. I push my head up through the…
There’s something off, even if on the surface it looks how I imagine an unmanned power plant substation would look, and despite that, my inner weird voice that kept pushing me east, it’s telling me to get closer. My own mind and instincts battling with what to do and its why I’ve sat here staring…
I felt anger, and rage, and instead of fear, I wanted to exert my dominance. I instinctively protected myself with something I conjured up, and I haven’t come in contact with anything like this that I can ever recall. Not recent enough to absorb anyway, and I know it wouldn’t have stayed with me. Absorption…
They chased me all the way to a cliff edge before I had to jump in the river below to escape unscathed. I don’t think I could have fought off more than a dozen rabid wolves on my own, and I don’t have the energy to turn and heal myself right now. I’m spent. I…
They said her fur was white because she lacked a pigment, like a flaw in her genetic makeup, and I wonder if it’s why my eyes are red… like an albino. Although my wolf is half grey and I’m sure albinos have pink eyes, not blood red. It’s all so confusing and I wish Meadow…