This is a world where power and dominance stand above anything and everything else.
This is a world where you don't want to run around in the dark.
This is a world where love is nothing other than a meaningless word used to describe the indescribable feeling of having a Mate.
This is a world where wolves are dominant and only the most powerful survive.
This is the world Silas, a loner and the first full blooded wolf in history, was born into.
The world where she must prove her dominance in order to survive.
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Unbearable pain erupted through my body, almost instantly. Dizziness made the room swirl unnaturally and darkness threatened to take over.
"Up," the Alpha repeated.
I tried, but, once again, I was rendered immobile.
Another large syringe full of the green and silver mixture was injected into my body.
This process repeated, time and time again.
My body could not handle it. The room spun in quick, repeating circles as darkness surged, covering everything I saw and felt with a thick, black blanket.
I couldn't remember anything.
Not who I was.
Not where I was.
Not who was with me.
Not what I was supposed to be doing.
But, as I lay there, unconscious, beginning to go insane with pain, I could still hear, still remember, him.
I could remember the voice of someone I had met, not that long ago, that already meant the world to me.
I could remember the feeling of our wolves connecting, all but the new fifth member of my body, who had led me to this dark, dangerous place.
I could remember feeling, for the first time in years, what it felt like to be happy.
I could remember his name.
Jace.
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I do not take credit for the picture used in the cover of this story.
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She collapses down in front of me and runs her hands along my shoulders and down my arms. I close my eyes as she lifts my shirt over my head.
"I can hear your heart racing," she whispers.
I roll my head back as her lips press into my throat. I'm becoming so hot that it feels like I'm in transition. I run my hands beneath her shirt and up her back, pushing her closer into my throat.
"Any requests?" she says.
"Be gentle with me."
"Really?"
I smile before I grip the ends of her shirt and I tear it in half, all the way up her spine and all the way down the middle of her torso. It makes her gasp. "No," I say.
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Since meeting her mysterious saviour deep in the woods, ten things started to become clear.
1) Irresistible British men didn't just exist across the world.
2) Survival was a lot more complicated than just looking for water.
3) They were bonded together in a way that didn't make sense.
4) Her life, which was filled with so much human suffering, finally had some faint glimmer of hope.
5) She should have known that humans don't sleep walk every damn night.
6) The man ate animals raw and kept a mysterious, giant wolf as a pet.
7) Hunters will never stop looking for her.
8) She doesn't care.
9) Their desires burn for each other and it's out of their control.
10) Werewolves are real.
This is Devon and Thorn's story.
WARNING: Mature content. Sexual assault, attempted rape and violence.
There is no possessiveness or abuse in this story between the love interests. Their relationship is sweet, warm and a little bit hot.