Tropic Of Capricorn Novels & Stories

ALINA Somehow, we always found our way to the lake. Or at least Zion always found his way to the lake. I realized that he found solace in its quietness. Peace in its tranquility. The clear water of the lake reflected the black stary sky, rippling ever so slightly with the harsh gust of wind that disturbed its peace. The wind ruffled the leaves of the tall trees that lined the area, hiding us from the world. My eyes watched the full silver moon that glistened brightly in the sky. A shiver racked my body, the weather becoming colder as we approached winter.

Becca POV. The steady, rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the streets, mingling with bursts of vibrant colors and lively music. It was a day in the month of June, when all the inhabitants of Havenwoods would come together to celebrate and feast. But as I looked around at the decorations and smiling faces, I couldn't help but feel that it was all for show. Every 13th of June, we gathered in the grand city hall to commemorate Haven Feast - a day where humans and werewolves supposedly celebrate their harmonious coexistence. But deep down, I knew it was all just a facade. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this celebration was nothing more than a hollow cha

smiled Rose. With a hug Rose watched as they drove off. "Ok Deanna I we are the last ones to leave. Let's go." Rose fell asleep. She dreamt of a man. He was smart and stronger. There was a smell of cedar and vanilla. There was a smell of lavender that seem out of place. Driving all night they finally made it to the Moon Valley Pack by day break. "Rose we are here." whispered Deanna Rose opened her eyes. In front of her was a decent cottage. To the right was sweet garden that could grow veggies later. She would always make sure pups would not go hungry and a garden was a good start.