White Fang Book Age Rating Novels & Stories

“Mom, it’s just camping. I… I want to try new things. You always say I hide in my books too much, they invited me to camp with them and I agreed,ma. This is my chance to experience the woods, learn how to camp properly. Please?” My stepfather leaned against the doorway, watching me with that familiar, heavy gaze. He didn’t say much, but his eyes lingered a second too long on the way my modest sweater hugged my breasts. “Let the girl go, Helen. She’s eighteen. She needs to grow up with people her age.” Mom sighed deeply, rubbing her temples. “Fine. But promise me you’ll stay away from Winchester Forest. People go missing there. Hikers, campers… they just vanish. It’s not a joke.”

Beneath the noise were two people who cared very much for me. DISCLAIMER: This book is rated 18+ and labelled dark romance because it was written for an adult audience with explicit sex scenes and potentially disturbing scenarios. One of the main lead is kind of a pyschopath (the FMC’s word, not mine) and so, he displays behaviours that might be triggering to readers. If any of that upsets you, please refrain from reading. If you go ahead to read, I will not be held responsible for whatever emotions it evokes. In simpler words, this is a dark werewolf romance.

, crossing his features before he masked it with that impenetrable Alpha stare. "Dora’s been talking," I continued, desperate to fill the silence before it swallowed me whole. "Telling me how 'formidable' you are. How every member of the White Fangs feels safe under your reign. She even mentioned you’re in your thirties and still mateless, as if I’m in any position to be interested in your dating prospects." A small, lopsided smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. It wasn't a kind look, but the look of a man who found the world’s absurdity amusing.

What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.