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Before You Read
There are a couple of things that you need to know before you start to read this book. Please don't skip:
1. In this book, HYBRID term is used to refer to those wolves who have one of the elemental powers like fire, water, air etc. Some say that hybrid wolves are the cursed wolves and some say that it's a gift from the moon-goddess. If you find multiple explanations of being a Hybrid wolf then don't fret, multiple folks have their multiple versions.
2. THIS ONE IS IMPORTNAT>In this book, the Moon Goddess doesn't pair mates. The paring of mates is done by ISHTAR, Sumerian and Babylonian goddess of love and fertility. She had a habit of attracting lovers and then killing or maiming them.
3. MOST IMPORTANTLY: This is not your average werewolf story. It's far away from anything cliche. There will be unexpected twists and turns in the plots. Cliffhangers that would leave you on the edge of your seats and make you wait with anticipation. The characters are complex and the situations they find themselves in are somewhat relatable in a way or the other. It will make you cry. It will make you chuckle a time or two. It's an emotional rollercoaster. Fasten your seat belt and get a snack. It's going to be an interesting story. (The starting chapters may seem cliche but the story improves a lot after 10 chapters)
4. OCULUS REAPER is the protagonist's enchanted whip that is always wrapped around her wrist like a bracelet. It closely resembles a snake.
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