To Jaylin Maxwell, there was no such thing as good people.
But then, there was no such thing as werewolves either.
After an encounter with the enigmatic Quentin Bronx, Jaylin learns that the world around him is full of 'no such things'. He finds himself immersed in a place of magic and treacheries and learns that a curse lives inside himself; one that makes him not man, not wolf, but a beast born of all the evils shared between them.
With a dark past and an indefinite drinking problem, Quentin Bronx just might be the only person he can rely on to save him from himself.
This wasn't what Jaylin had come to understand of Quentin Bronx. What he had expected was a peaceful exit. A polite "okay, see you tomorrow." He hadn't anticipated this outcome; to be trapped between a study desk and this frighteningly tall build. He hasn't expected a man who frosts cupcakes for a hobby could make his pulse sing like this.
There was a dark cloud around Quentin Bronx, and Jaylin couldn't take his eyes off the storm.
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⚡ Gold Award-1st place
⚡ Quills Award-3rd place