This is where I confusingly ramble on and on about Werewolves, but somehow it makes sense. All nerds welcome. This is a safe space, this is a ✨nerd✨ space. Here we talk about all things Werewolves. And I'm going to ramble about random things. After this has finished, I will still add questions and answers to the Q/A because I need something to do in life. So send questions.) In this book I cover: • The world's view on Werewolves • Teen Wolf's view on Werewolves • Wattpads view on Werewolves • My view on Werewolves • Werewolf abilities • Alpha Werewolf Abilities • Mind Links • Mates, Marking, and Mating • Shifting • Clichés • The Wolf • Moon Goddess • Other Supernatural Creatures • Humans and their annoying(or not) roles. • GRAMMAR • Q/A I do not cover Pack Hierarchy in this, because for me that's a whole other matter, I need one whole book for that. It's- this is a wonderful subject that I'm obsessed with(I'm literally SO obsessed with Werewolves it's not a joke.) I'm in my research mode. !Slow Updates! Fun fact: A cats meow is they're way of communicating with people. Cats meow for many reasons- like to say hello, to ask for things, and to tell us when something's wrong. Meowing is an interesting vocalization in that adult cats don't actually meow at each other, just at people. I can vouch for that since my two cats never meowed at each other, just at the humans.

Werewolves are mysterious creatures that are very hard to understand, right? This is not a story, but a guide to help all of you confused readers- and will also help you enjoy not only werewolves better, but their stories as well! Enjoy! (Also a good reference if you are planning on writing a werewolf book(: #1 Ranked Informational 7/25/2020

My name is Gemma and I'm the white wolf. My life has been really, really shitty. At 3, the pack I stayed at was attacked, I lost my mother, was kidnapped and abused by some people. They asked me to reveal the identity of the white wolf. I was only 3 for goddess' sake! How was I supposed to know? After I was deemed useless to their search, I became their maid. I lost 12 years, 12 freaking years, to these people but I escaped. I had planned it for a long time and managed to get from America to England. I met my mate there. Alpha Conner Hughes. I love him. He helped me figure myself out and taught me of gifted wolves. I'm a gifted wolf, scratch that, His Gifted Luna. Everything was quiet for four years, four beautiful years, until fate just decided to fuck with me and send me back to my old pack to deal with hunters. Secrets will be revealed, hardships will be overcome and hearts will be broken. I just hope i can get through it all with Conner by my side. #1 in gifts #1 in secondchancemate #4 in conner #1 in newfamily

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.