F/M/M Story - Kali Edridge looks like your every day, average all-American college student. But Kali has a secret. She's not like most people. She is a werewolf. But she doesn't really fit in well with the rest of her pack. She's too docile. Too kind. Too submissive. Even her family thinks she's odd. But when she accidentally meets the leaders of a rival pack things begin to change. They don't treat her like she's odd. Don't look at her like there's something wrong with her. And she quickly finds herself torn between loyalty to her pack and the need to be accepted as she is.

Allie Henderson was one of the best, she was a brutal fighter, she was a just leader, and she was full of potential. Allie was a lot of things before they destroyed her. Now to say that she doesn't know who she really is would be an understatement. She had to fight for everything she had and that was all she knew but now she is too broken to fight and she doesn't know any other way to live. She can't think past the need to escape the nightmare of abuse that ruined her life. Struggling with her past, not only does she have to face her future but also come to terms with how her life should have been. Eventually she will come face to face with those responsible for her broken and silenced state. Allie might still be struggling with everything and unable to retaliate but her mate is not and he feels that it is their turn to be 'Silenced'. Trigger Warnings: Sexual Assault, Violence, Self-Harm/Suicide, Miscarriage, Sexual Content, Abuse, Blood, Mental illness. ***This rewrite switches to first person and alterations have been made to the plot and people for a smoother and hopefully better version than my original draft. **All rights reserved. No version of my story, characters, plot, settings, or events may be reproduced without my explicit permission.

Re-posting. The common story is that finding a mate is supposed to make the wolf stronger. For an alpha, finding his mate, blessed by the moon goddess, strengthens the pack. But there can be such darkness hidden in that dynamic. Even those of cruel hearts can seek the power of a mate. And the damage they cause might not ever be healed. ***** Prologue: Drip. Drip. Drip. The rhythm or the water would have been soothing if it hadn't been so cruel. Drip. As it was, it was nothing more than a taunting form of torture. Drip. Ears could hear the soft thudding of raindrops at the end of the hall as a door was pulled open in squeaking protests and then shut with a harsh metallic clang. How the rain made its way into the depths of the cement room, it didn't matter. It was there. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. The footsteps were strong and full of purpose. Though just as unwanted as the drops of water that fell too far out of reach. Unable to quench the dehydrated desperation chained to the wall. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. Only one set of footsteps. There was no question of the destination or purpose that carried them down the hall. Not that it was a surprise. It was always the same. First the pain, then the visit. The cell door opened to darkness. There was no energy to move, not even enough to will eyelids to open. Not that it mattered. The visit never changed. What more could be said? What more could be done? All that mattered was that stale, barely edible food was only given after he was done. Only then, could there be any comfort from hell. ***** WARNING- This story does delve into topics of kidnapping, imprisonment, rape, murder, and violence. Though the scenes are not explicitly detailed, underage readers are discouraged. Also note that I do not own the rights to any photos I have or might post for this story. Just photos I found online, cropped and edited. The story however, is all mine. No copy of content is permitted.

"Why don't you pay attention?" Really? "Listen here ass wipe, I'm not the one who isn't paying attention. Take a good look at the crowd and figure out how to avoid all of that chaos before snapping at me." Her pale grey eyes looked up to the excessively tall male once she was sure of her footing. But what she found, caused her heart to skip a beat. He was dark and intimidating. Short espresso brown hair framed amber colored eyes which held so much anger. Two scars ran across his nose and left cheek. One, caught the corner of his lips making it appear to be permanently pulled into a snarl. The effect was a wild mix of pure danger and morbid beauty. Her inner wolf purred as she observed the new stranger, her unexpected mate. Then she watched as his eyes traveled over every inch of her. She cringed at what she knew he would see. She was short, barely over a meter and a half tall. She wore a simple black dress which didn't fit her right, and the silk scarf meant to hide more. It wasn't enough. He was a male of power. She was an omega. The two never mixed. ***** Life has a way of shanking you when you least expect it. Well, it's certainly true for Nadine. One random meeting throws her off her carefully constructed control. One lapse in behavior leads to a cascade of events, turning her life upside down. With no where else to hide, her dark secrets must come to light. However, none of it helps her keep her feet under her. Worse, the avalanche buries her in uncertainty. What is she to do with an angry and powerful wolf who doesn't want her as a mate? How will she fight the shadows of the past as they try to destroy everyone and everything she has left to care about? She's heard it before: What doesn't kill you... well, you know. ***** Warnings: This story does contain intense topics of kidnapping, sex, rape, suicide, violence and language. Though the scenes are generally not explicit, it is still not intended for underage readers.

Tamar was the daughter of the Beta in the Lotus Rock pack. She loses her parents in a war and her mate rejects her. Running away, she leaves the memories behind her. For five years, she's alone in a town where no pack lives. Will her life slowly straighten out, or will both Tamar and her wolf give up the fight and join her parents in death?