Vengeance

Vengeance

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"The human girl with the golden eyes who slaughtered a hundred wilds at the border." He paused. "You're infamous in these woods-a nightmare none of us wish to endure. Except, of course, for the fools you killed so effortlessly just now." -- No matter how peaceful and secure the district of Palvade becomes, there will always be those who would rather wreak havoc and cause chaos for the most absurd reasons. In a world where humans and werewolves are finally able to live together and in peace, there were those who could not abide by the final laws that were put together by the Council and formed their own secret organizations. One of these organizations is the Human Ascendency Research Center, also known as HARC, to which Ava was sold to as a child. She was trained and genetically engineered into becoming the strongest creature to ever exist, created to obliterate the Council itself. Ava managed to escape before the plan was incorporated into her brain with one goal in mind: to hunt down and destroy everyone who has ever harmed her and her family. Along the way, she encounters unexpected truths and emotions that challenge her.
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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