*Rohfassung* Etwas düsteres, ja gar grauenhaftes scheint sich im Untergrund des Kontinents Kankars zusammen zu brauen. Haben sich Menschen und Alben seit dem großen Feuer bekriegt, so zeigt sich jetzt ihr wahrer Feind. Einer, der die Macht hat alle freien Völker zuzerstören und zu versklaven. Schaffen sie es sich gegen ihren Hass und die Feindschaft zu stellen, um diesen gemeinsamen Feind zu besiegen?

[Cover credit: Malot Aznar] "You need to learn to notice when a door is closed. If the door is open, you go through it, and if it's not, you need to see if you can build a new door, not just barge in whenever you want." Living alone for years, the last thing Kathryn would want is to be caught by an attacking pack. A survivor of an attack that destroyed her own pack, she has always been a lone wolf. What seems to be the end of her life becomes a chance to start anew when she met her mate - Liam. The only problem: Liam is the Alpha of the blood-thirsty pack, responsible for many destructions and deaths. Bound by fate, Kathryn's only option is to try to change Liam from his cold-hearted ways. However, it is not as easy as she hoped it would be especially with objections coming from the members of the pack. To make matters worse, an imminent attack boils around the corner. Having experienced a brutal attack that wiped away her pack, how will Kathryn face her own personal struggles? Amidst opposition and struggles for power, will she be successful in her goal of changing the pack's tradition? How will Liam and Kathryn deal with what destiny had in store for them? A book about challenging traditions and beliefs, and a heart-pounding mystery and romance, you surely don't want to miss this adrenaline-charged book! [This is my first book and I sincerely hope no one judges me too harshly on it. I know it has a lot of mistakes, I do.] This book was published on 21.08.2016! This is only a sample of what the book USED TO BE. The rewritten version can be bought on Amazon.

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14