They say her voice was once bewitching to all who heard it. She was like a siren luring sailors to their deaths on quiet nights... Those are just rumours that once were, truth be told the youngest daughter of the Count was a mute. Her voice had long been lost in her childhood years, disappearing like a whisper in the wind soon to be forgotten. She too disappeared with it, fading into the background, outshined by her talented siblings. The harder she tried to regain her worth, the more she was ignored. Until a chance encounter with a stranger changes everything... Word count: [100,000 - 150,000] *This story has a professionally edited version published with its COMPLETED version currently ONLY AVAILABLE on AMAZON and KINDLE *

Aries: "I rest my elbow on the glass and lean down, looking past the crowds of people. Humans. Werewolves. Even other creatures by the looks of it. It wasn't like they never visited the club before. So why this restlessness? What was it that I was looking for amongst this sea of creatures? I scan the crowd in hopes that my raging heart would eventually calm down when I prove it that there was nothing to be anxious about. But it does the exact opposite. It drums in my ears and deafens me. I could hear nothing else. Just the beat of my dramatical heart. Telling me something. My desperate eyes scans the crowd downstairs, the centre of the dance floor. The bar. The entrance. The-" She's dark. She's deadly. But she is a goddess. Book 3 of Althea series