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A red-haired girl, a werewolf alpha, a snarky talking cat, and a disillusioned priest. Everyone wants something from Red. But all she wants is to learn how she became a werewolf (and maybe where's the nearest taco stand). Still, in Varta, a futuristic, dystopian realm on a brink of collapse, nothing ever goes as planned. New chapters every Saturday! Cover by the amazing https://www.instagram.com/sharadaprincess/ ! Warning: there may be some mild gore in the book because werewolves sometimes be killing folks, but nothing too gruesome! ------------- Excerpt: Caro, the King of Rats, sat down on the ground, on the roof of the unfinished megablock, his palace, one of many, but this one toppling all others; and having sat down, he then lied down, on the cold, cement top of the roof. "To answer your question, little sister... I think most of my Rats, when hungry, tend to just lie down and slowly die," said the carny; the carny who each time they met seemed less and less carefree. "That I can do," Red sighed, and lied down next to him. "Mind you," Caro replied, pointing his cane at the sky slowly getting darker and darker; "My Rats lie down and slowly die and then get up again. Simply dying is an easy, and pointless, thing." "Sure. I think I can do that too," Red tried to nod her head, but it felt frozen to the cold roof. "Just not right now." Caro tried to nod his head too, but it wouldn't budge. Neither his nor Red's bodies would move, merged with the rooftop. Only the arm holding the cane was still pointing at the sky, like a flagpole of a pretend-country, pretend-people, and pretend-life.