Novels by Shan R.K

When Elder Hendrick got back from the Rink’s new recruit meeting, he took one look at me all sweaty, biting my wolf back and dismissed me for the next day. I didn’t have to be told twice. The Elder couldn’t hide hide his wearing eyes. A white hot heat licked at my flesh as my body burned like it was a rotisserie chicken scalded by an open flame. I hunched myself in the corner if my caravan. Sweating drenching my clothes as my eyes scorched themselves everytime I blinked. And all I could think about, all I wished to see was John Brooke’s head on a freaking platter with an apple in his mouth and a small flag saying ‘if only she liked me.’ I ignored the knock on my door, and as my pain threshold dwindled with each passing moment I couldn’t remember making it to the bed. The taste of soup on my tongue. A cool cloth though welcomed on my chest and neck, also felt like sandpaper rubbing against my flesh. The night was long, and the torture didn’t end. It was a crescendo, and by the

“They said you fought three rogue wolves at once and didn’t even shift for the first 10 minutes. That you broke one of their jaws with just your boot.” “Boots are sturdy,” I said, tapping mine against the table leg. “I heard you chased off the Rink’s old Beta once. The one with the scar down his face.” “Only because he called me sweetheart and smacked my ass like I was some maid,” I replied, cracking a tiny smirk. “Didn’t see him after that, did you?” Mira giggled then quickly covered it up with her hand like laughing around me might get her in trouble. It didn’t. “I always wondered what you looked like,” she said, voice quieter now. “They just say you’re dangerous.” I leaned back in the chair. “That’s not a description. That’s a warning label.” She tilted her head. “You don’t look dangerous.” I gave her a slow, pointed look. “I chased someone through three miles of forest last week because they said my mashed apples were lumpy.” Her eyes widened. “Okay, you do look a litt

The hallway twisted as the den lights cast long shadows on the carved stone walls as Elder Amer led me toward the lower dens. She walked with that steady, grounded stride unique to women who’d survived more than they ever admitted. Her brown and grey hair was tied in a tight braid down her back, and her skin was tanned from years spent aboveground. Her black eyes, though—those didn’t miss a thing. “If you waiting for a lecture it’s going to be a while. How’s the bond doing? You must be in terrible pain.” “Nothing that’ll kill me…yet.” The toothy grin at the end of my words did nothing to sweeten the Elder's mood. I followed her the rest of the way in silence. Boots crunching faintly on the stone, until we reached the entrance of the pups day care. I braced for chaos. Instead, the room was empty…well almost empty. Warm wall lights illuminated the hollowed chamber. It was quiet, cluttered and stinky. Toys were strewn across the floor in the aftermath of whatever disaster had happe

I took a moment to compose myself even as my wolf wanted to push through and change, knowing she could handle the pain a lot better than human me. Can’t believe the douche called me cruel. The bully part I could understand, I was a bit of a bully. I mean one year fresh out of high school couldn’t erase the years I spent using my fist instead of my words as Elder Alaric said, but damn, did John have to mention it? A sharp insistent pain made me groan and I leaned against the outside of the Den extending my neck to release some of the tension as my wolf growled at me. The Den itself was carved from old stone and concrete. So at least it made it a bit harder for the pups to smell my pain. There were corridors branching in vines beneath the valley. It felt like an underground hotel. Although the place was old, with Glyphs and claw marks lining the walls, the security systems, AI interface and technology was as modern as one could get. The kitchen equipment costed the pack a leg a

I opened the door and found two teenager cubs looking very eager to be done with the errand so they can go play. Eyes both anxious, posture anything but stiff. They resembled a kid with a sugar rush. One myth humans always got wrong about shifters was our first shift. It usually happened around six months. We kept the cubs in the Den with their parents until they were atleast twelve. So we knew they wouldn’t shift and hurt anyone accidentally These two, Kellan and Cole were around fourteen, so they went to shifter school or the human one not too far from the pack. Kellan held a rolled scroll sealed with red wax—the kind only used for official summons out to me. “You’re late,” Kellan said, pushing his shaggy dark-blonde hair out of his face. Cole elbowed him. “Don’t say it like that. She’s gonna bite your face off.” “If she was gonna bite someone’s face off,” I said, crossing my arms, “it’d be yours. But lucky for you, I’m in a good mood.” “You don’t look like it,

By the time morning roared it’s bright head, I was beyond livid, annoyed and extremely pissed. My body was in the beginning phase of breaking the bond. A mate bond was like being born with an extra organ, or limb (a part of you) once you have it severed it felt liking you were physically getting cut, it started mildly, as an itch, then it got hot and burned before the true pain came along. I’ve seen it happen, heard the cries and the pitiful begging’s of different shifters. I had even witnessed a mate take it back. But to experience this shit? Nope. Not me.I slammed the caravan door so hard the wind chimes screamed. The sound didn’t soothe me like it usually did, it grated, sharp and metallic, echoing off my anger as that stupid itch around my back, thighs and feet reminded me of what that dipshit did. My fists throbbed, still aching from the fight with Desiree. Her shriek and the way John stood behind her, smug and loyal as Haden reeled me in like a little puppy. What the fuck was