Daemon is a werewolf. A werewolf who doesn't want to be one. He has everything though, or so it seems. Money and a perfect family. Except his dad is a drunk and his mom is abusive. But he puts on a fake smile and a sweatshirt to hide the bruises. He doesn't have many friends, and his only one doesn't really care that much anyways. Then things changed. A weird feeling in his gut develops, and he's constantly on edge. Then he's forced to go to a birthday party where he finds the source of the weird feeling. His mate. His mate he doesn't want. His mate who is the next Alpha of a very strong pack. Daemon runs. He runs far away from his home and his pack, suppressing his wolf and going into hiding. But he can't hide for long, because his mate is on the hunt for what is rightfully his. *will be rewritten eventually*

Eight years into the Infection, a spunky idealist convinces a hardened recluse to help him save humanity. --- For eight years, Zafaru has fought to survive the freezing cold, constant hunger, and vicious Infected. Armed with a dull blade and sharp sass, he clings to a dream of saving the world. For eight years, Recluse has watched the world burn from the safety of his fortress. The Infected don't bother him. He saves his bullets for humans. When Recluse catches Zafaru stealing from him, he is enchanted by his captive's wit, humor, and passion. So when Zafaru sets out to uncover the sinister truth about the growing Infection, Recluse has no choice but to join him. He'll do whatever it takes to keep this fluffy-haired do-gooder alive. Even if he has to save the world. 🎖Honorable Mention in Wattpad's Open Novella Contest 2021 Editor's Pick, September of 2022