[Complete] "He follows me around like a predator seeking a moment of weakness before he takes down his prey. But his eyes are soft and tell me a different story." Eighteen-year-old Zara is a born and raised African-American city girl. She's always seen the mountains in the distance, but never once set foot in them--until she wakes up one night in the middle of them with a raging thunderstorm overhead and no memory of how she got there. As if her situation couldn't be more terrifying, she finds a wolf staring back at her in the darkness. Just when she thinks she's about to become his next meal, she discovers that he is not what he seems. Despite her weaknesses and limitations in the wilderness, their journey together becomes a test of trust. But when Zara learns the truth, she's not ready to accept it. --- **You will not find the following werewolf clichés here: alpha's my mate, mate rejected me, abused MC, or super-special-rare white wolf.** An adventure that develops into an interracial romance. Ages 12+ PRAISE FOR ZARA'S WOLF: "I absolutely love it. It has a uniqueness that I haven't seen before." - LJSummers "This was amazing. One of the best werewolf stories I've read." - foodlovr09 "I sat here biting my fingernails as I read... This is simply gut wrenching!!! ...And I'm not a fan of wolf books either... But THIS!!! Zara's Wolf is incredible!!!" - Somerlea "Zara's Wolf is an enthralling rollercoaster that not only serves as one of the best werewolf novels on Wattpad, but one of the best books of all time! The main protagonist is a wonderful character who makes you feel involved in her own way. This is a fantastic debut to what could be a fantastic series." - BradfordAuthor13

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

UNEDITED VERSION ( edited version on my page) In a world where every year, five male children from each city and village between the ages 15-18 are chosen to become dragon riders, what happens when only four males get chosen from one village? And what happens when they test the girls and the fifth child is chosen? Editor Credits: @Weylyn_Wolf @arvialle