My Story

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Hi lovelies,

This is the fourth version of the book and I hope you really enjoy it. I have edited the book based on all the suggestions and feedback I received from all of you guys and would love more as they help me better my writing. Please do comment and vote

If you have any questions for books, you can email me at s.n.nair169@gmail.com. I have also created an instagram with post on the latest updates @s.n.nair

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S.N Nair

As a child, I was often told of stories where princesses and princes ride off into the sunset, arms wrapped in an eternal embrace. Many of my sisters and brothers started to believe those stories and hoped that one day their very own prince or princess would sweep them off their feet... I was foolish like them once.

For twenty-two years I was told my prince would come, that the one who was made to be my other half would ride in on a white horse to carry me off to live a life that was finally 'complete'. That was what my people believed.

My people are lycanthropes or werewolves in simpler terms. We are the beasts that humans fear, the reason they lock their doors and hide their children when the full moon rises. However, in reality, it does very little to save them as we could steal their children away even during the day if we wanted to, but many of us are not the monsters they believe us to be. They believe that we are heartless and not capable of loving anything other than ourselves... but that is far from the truth. We do believe in soulmates. We believe that the Moon Goddess made us a life partner that we could lean on for support no matter what...at least that is what we were told.

We were never told of what happens to us when that person who is supposed to be our soulmate is cruel and emotionless. Those tales were put to silence, their characters shamed for what they could not control. We were told that we should not interfere with what fate had laid out for us, that we were bound to the chains of destiny.

Well then, it looks like it's a good thing that chains could never hold me for long. 

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