When young wolf shifts for the first time, their entire life shifts with them. Suddenly, they can't see the world just from their perspective. Every year, wolves get to see through their mate's eyes for thirty seconds. It occurs once a year until they finally meet and share their first kiss. Their vision switches unexpectedly, and neither of the pair knows when it will happen. One day, Evan sees someone he recognizes through his mate's eyes, and he is not very happy about it. Although, he wasn't thrilled about his mate from the beginning. Best Rankings: #1 in werewolves #2 in bxb #3 in gay #8 in boyxboy

It's 1946, San Francisco. A year after the end of World War II. Kelly Rossi does something dumb. No surprise there. Just one of a million dumb things. But this one's a doozy. He's shipped north and east to barren Modoc County in California. Too young to go to real jail, Kelly ends up at ... reform school. Well, you could call it that. It's really just a few buildings out in the middle of nowhere filled with angry, confused and sad boys. Kelly's the kind of fellow who knows how to make his own luck. How to take a bad hand and still win big. His plan is to ride out his two years and do as little as possible. Skate by, don't make waves. Lay low. All of that changes.... when he meets his bunkmate, a sullen, silent boy named Lee Clarke. Kelly can't resist a mystery. He has to find out what makes Lee tick, why he's locked up, and if maybe, just maybe, he has a secret in common with Kelly. A terrible secret. A secret that might help them become friends. Or even...something more. Ha!!! This is my reform school trope book. I've planned it for a very long time. Finally ready to get going. Hope you enjoy the ride! (sorry)

Book 3 in Stray Series. I don't know what happened to me that night. I don't know how I, whatever I was now, came to be. Everybody who was there claims to have no knowledge of what really transpired, urging me to remain silent and secretive. I know they're lying to me, but I don't know why. I'm different from those around me, able to do and see and know things that they cannot. I seem to have a knack for being in the right place at the right time, of knowing what to do or say to fix the problem and help those around me. So why do I still feel so alone? Why do I feel so out of place? Why do I feel so hollow and empty? I can never seem to fill the ache in my chest regardless of what I do. I seem capable of helping everyone but myself. I searched, researched, scoured every source and talked with every knowledgeable creature I could find. But even still, no one knew how or why or what I am. Until I found him. -This story has depictions of violence, SA, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #5 in "Sparrow"