The Feral Mate
When fangs and claws clash, it's not always the strong and powerful who emerge victorious.
After the snarls silence, the blood coagulates, the fur and dust settle, the last beast standing is often the one who just won't concede defeat.
Some individuals don't break or bend, while many shatter. Others burn, many of whom simply turn to dust in the wind, but a few actually rise from the ashes of who they were once.
One may know who they once were, but they can never predict who they will become after the trial by fire, or what they will be capable of, and what they will stand for, not until they lose everything they hold dear. The battle for one's survival is often defined by the cause they chose to fight for.
Such is the conflict between a feral lycan and a civilised werewolf, a nobody and a somebody.
Two worlds, of poverty and privilege, collide. Two different cultures and lives, with nothing in common. A disturbing past. Terrible secrets.
An inauspicious start. An unknown end.
Along the way, you'll make acquaintance with misplaced loyalties, murderous betrayals, teasing temptations, treacherous treason, foolish follies and fanciful fallacies galore.
Pride, prejudice, passion, pain, packs, and politics - all make up the story of The Feral Mate, along with a liberal dose of lust, love, hate, and hope.
At stake - a second chance at finding a mate.
"Take a cliche, and own it like you were the one who originally created it. Heck, I will give you ten to choose from!"
A challenge gave birth to this story. There were heated negotiations till two friendly adversaries, who took a month to agree on ten worthy cliches. The stakes are high, well, when pride is on the line, the stakes are always high.
Note: None of the pictures used in the covers or story are mine. All rights are reserved by their respective owners.
Edited by editor extraordinaire @xXAlphasGirlXx/ Kassandra