Novels by Awomazino Iselu

ERIN’s POV Erin blinked. Lily never got angry except on rare occasions. She was always happy and all smiles. "Stop saying you are wrong because you are not," Lily said fiercely. "You are special and you’re my big sister. You’re the one who told me it was okay to be afraid when I got scared the first time I wanted to shift. You’ve always protected me and given me your shoulders to cry on. You always find a way to make me happy whenever I’m sad”. "Lily…" "In the books I’ve read, heroes always get happy endings," Lily continued. "You’re my hero. So you're going to get yours. During the mating ceremony, you’re going to get a mate who would love you and who’s going to be so lucky they got you that they'll..they'll.." Her voice broke and tears spilled down her cheeks. "Hey." Erin pulled Lily into a hug. "Hey, it's okay. I'm okay." "Liar." Lily's words came muffled against Erin's shoulder. "You've not been okay for weeks and you keep pretending and I hate it. I hate that people m

ERIN’s POV A hand caught her arm to steady her. The touch burned slightly. Erin looked up into eyes older than stone. Elder Silas. She'd seen him before, of course. Everyone had. The ancient werewolf wandered between territories like he owned them all, and answered to no one including the Alphas. Some said he was mad. Others said he was blessed. Most people just avoided him. He was tall despite his age, his body still lean and strong. His white hair fell long past his shoulders. Scars covered his hands, old ones. And his eyes. Gods, his eyes, looked old and ancient. It was eyes that could look into someone’s soul. "I'm so sorry," Erin said again, trying to pull her arm free. "I wasn't watching where.." Silas's grip tightened. It wasn’t painful but she could feel the pressure. His eyes widened. "What…" Erin tugged harder. "Let go." But Silas wasn't looking at her anymore. He was looking through her, past her skin, and bones, straight at something Erin couldn't see. H

ERIN’s POV Vera was an Omega herbalist who chose to live in isolation. Her cottage was settled between two ancient oaks that acted as protection. Herbs hung from the eaves in bundles. There were lavender, sage, and yarrows. By the side of the cottage was a garden which spread in organized chaos. The plants grew wherever Vera decided they belonged rather than in proper rows. Erin knocked once and pushed open the door "Vera?", she called "In the back, child.” Inside the cottage smelled like earth and herbs. Dried plants covered every surface. There were jars on the shelves, their contents labeled in Vera's cramped handwriting. Penny, a brown cat lounged lazily on the windowsill. He looked at Erin when she came in but quickly went back to whatever it was doing. Erin found Vera in her workroom, grinding something in a mortar. The old woman didn't look up. "It seems you ran all the way here," Vera noted. "Have a seat before you faint." Erin collapsed into the worn chair

ERIN’s POV The market spread across the pack grounds, large and full of life. Even though it was still early, it was loud, chaotic, and one of Erin’s favorite places. At least it used to be until everyone knew she hadn’t shifted yet. She held her mother's shopping list tightly, although it was already a bit damp from her sweating palms. "I can go if you don’t want to," her mother had said at the door. But she felt hiding would only make the next three days worse. The morning sun beat down on the traders' shops. Everywhere, one could hear the traders calling in customers and shouting the prices for smoked meat, fresh vegetables, and leather goods. The air smelled of baking bread mixed with earth, sweat and wolf musk. Erin wove through the crowd, keeping her head up and her expression bored. Act like you belong, like their opinions don't matter. She chanted in her mind. Thankfully, she made it to the butcher's shop without incident. "Two pounds of venison," she told Marcus, t

ERIN’s POV "Erin, get up”. "Lily, it's barely dawn”, Erin muttered, covering her face with a pillow. "Three days, Erin. Three whole days, Lily squealed, bouncing on the bed. Her enthusiasm shook the entire frame. "I know." Erin's voice came muffled through the pillow. "The entire pack knows and I’m pretty sure the neighboring territories know as well." Lily tugged the pillow away. "Have you decided on an outfit yet? I heard Mom say you’re going to the seamstress this morning. Oh! And we need to pick flowers for your hair. What if your mate loves wildflowers? Or roses? We should get both.." "Lily”, Erin interrupted as she sat up, her brown hair a tangled mess around her shoulders. "Relax." Her sister paused mid-ramble, then grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm just so excited for you”. Erin glanced at her fourteen years old sister who’d just shifted last month - a sleek russet wolf that matched her copper hair. You shouldn't be. She thought. Erin forced a smile and ruffled