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.
The Fallout Everything happens so fast that my heads spins and I can barely catch my breath. Our imprinting sends the ceremony into quick disperse and I’m dragged away by Santo’s pack and ushered into an awaiting car, my clothes thrown in my face and ordered to go to the pack house and be quiet.…
That stupid part of me that cares, whether I should or not, and I find myself staring at the floor guiltily as though somehow accepting I’ve done something wrong here. I feel ashamed. “Be quiet. Go home and I’ll talk to you later. Right now, we are nothing until this gets rectified. I can’t have…
“Halt!” A booming low and gravelly voice ahead of us stops us all in our tracks as we come to the level top of the cliff known as ‘shadow rock’. It’s more of a large plateau than a rock but the sun never seems to lay its light and warmth in this nook of the…
I don’t know how long we are this way, what’s happening as all I can hear is the chant of the Shaman as he dances around, shaking things, singing, and clapping. Vision blurry and coming in waves, my body heavy yet detached and I no longer feel like I am really here or even conscious.…
I stop fighting my own body. Aware of the immediate cease of all of it and the creepy quiet that surrounds me so suddenly. The unnatural silence. Hazy and blurry as my head spins and I grasp for some sense of real. Catching my breath, gulping in cool air, and calming ambience, as the fog…
I’ve watched this ceremony once a month for many years and it still terrifies me to know I will be one of them. Finally stood in the center, terrified of what the new light brings. It’s a blood moon tonight, meant to be symbolic or biblical or some nonsense. Signaling the end of times. Not…
Alora Introduction You know those stories about unwanted rejects, whose loved ones either died or all abandoned them to drift aimlessly through the world?? A worthless no one, almost invisible to other people. Nothing spectacular about them, no grand rise from nothing to something as they dawn into adulthood. Yeah well, that’s kind of my…
Faultlessly good looking in that Latino, pretty boy kind of way with far too handsome a face. He’s over six feet of muscle and radiates aggression without trying and is a rare black furred wolf on turning, one of the largest among us. I think the one time he actually acknowledged my existence was the…