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I said, my voice gruff as my wolf surfaces, making his presence known. Christan nodded her head; I could tell she was shivering; her fright was rolling off of her in waves. She opened the door and bolted out of my room. Mind linking our beta, Tim, I asked him to get an omega to change the covers and sheets on my bed. I went into the shower, deciding to cool off; that drainage she-wolf had almost made me lose it; I needed a cold shower. Stripping off my clothes and adjusting the water temperature, I hopped in. Soaking my hair, I put both of my hands against the wall and looked down; I couldn't help but think that it's been almost eleven years since my brother, Jayden, and I turned eighteen,

"I also saw Gabriel and a group of youngies." "Did you find all the answers you were seeking?" she asks. "No," I reply honestly. There's still a lot I need to know. "Who are youngies?" She sighs and stares at me. "Every werewolf was once a youngie." She takes my pinkie finger threads hers with it. "A youngie is a werewolf that has just attained his or her transformation powers. Just like you.""Everyone became a youngie at the age of eighteen?" She nods. "Zara told me they'll help me discover my powers. What does she mean?"

“Okay, girl. This place has a hierarchy.” Of course it did. She pointed around as we passed the long tables. “Wolves and bears sit together. Jocks. Alphas. That’s us now. Across from them, the goth kids, vampires, witches, shadowborn.” “Then there’s the nerd fae and the mages. Over there, that table with the arrogant hair flips? Dragons.” “And over there...” she lowered her voice, “that’s the incubus table.” I turned to look. And my soul left my body. A boy sat at the end of the far table. He had black hair like silk, and glowing blue eyes that practically lit the room. Sharp cheekbones. Sculpted lips. Small horns peeked through his messy hair.

Gerri said, placing it on the table next to Liv’s plate. Why didn’t she take it? She should put it in her handbag. Someone would eventually need it. “You’re welcome.” She bit into the second cookie. Aurelis brought coffee for Gerri and a plate with chocolate-covered cream puffs. “A paranormal dating agency, huh?” Gerri grinned, her blue eyes twinkling with humor. “Yes. You have heard of shifters, right?”

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

They all felt like a shelter from the world, like a place for prayer and silent contemplation. The vampire finally stopped and faced them. She stared back at Caitlin with her large, compassionate eyes, and looked otherworldly. "We are at the turn-of-the-century," she said. Caitlin thought for a moment. "What century?" she asked. "The sixteenth, of course. It is 1599.” 1599, Caitlin thought. The idea was overwhelming. Once again, she wished she’d read her history more closely. Previously, she had gone from 1791 to 1789. But now she was in 1599. Nearly a 200 year leap.

“And you get even more provocative with coffee. How many cups today?” “Only three. But I brought books. And promises of civilized conversation.” He opened the bag, pulling out a few titles, including a copy of The Origin of Lost Bloods, about Celtic mythology and sacred blood. “If I didn’t know what you are, I’d think you were a historian with a witch fetish,” she commented, picking up the book. “I only have a fetish for one,” he replied, lower. Before the sentence could fade, the air in the mansion trembled.

I love all my readers and I want to do better for all of you. But hey, I have another book coming up. It's a YA/ Teen Romance this time, only you'll find werewolves running the school campus in this new world I created. You can search it up on Goodnovel and just type in "ALPHA HUNTER". Oh, it's a world where only a few hybrids are found too. Let me know your thoughts in the comments, and don't hesitate to leave gems, if you'd like. ;) See you on my next adventure with Ava and Hunter!

the girl yelled, her voice slurred. Drake chuckled darkly. “I want somebody pretty.” Wrapping his arm around her waist, he swiftly disappeared into a secluded corner with her. With a swift motion, he sank his fangs into her neck, his eyes darkening as he fed on her blood. The girl screamed and struggled against his hold, but Drake remained steadfast, draining her until she lay lifeless on the ground, her neck oozing blood. Stepping back, Drake observed his handiwork with a sense of satisfaction. “That wasn’t so bad.”

It doesn't matter how I feel about him or what happened in that dream. Maybe Alice and Gregory are right and Alec is someone who just needs to be avoided. I roll my head from shoulder to shoulder, trying to loosen up my stiff muscles. There's a bit of time before I meet Gregory, so I plan on heading to the library and researching Silver Hunters and supernaturals. Right as the bell rings, my phone vibrates in my pocket. Unknown number: Meet me at the bridge at 5:30. I frown and text back. Who is this?