"They say he brings D e a t h Wherever he goes, They say he is R u t h l e s s, They say he is P o w e r f u l, They say he is a G o d, They say he is T h a n a t o s." • • • Rated R - PG 13 [Read at your own risk] Cover by: floatinglilacs

After hearing about the brutal murder of a child in the neighbouring pack, Lucia is forced to attend a gathering with her father and Alpha with the enemy pack. The Dark Moon pack is one of the strongest packs to exist. Lucia has heard rumours of the cruel and cold hearted crimes that they have committed. When she went to the pack, the last thing she expected was to find her soul mate. The Alpha. Shock. That's what Lucia felt as she locked eyes with the dark cold ones of the enemy Alpha. He is said to be ruthless, cruel and vicious but Lucia knows that deep down underneath the merciless face, Tristan is good. That there is more to Tristan. And Lucia will stop at nothing until she finds out.

Book One in the TPoE series Arabella Rose is sixteen and has lived with her aunt and cousin for most of her life. She had been told that her parents had died when she was young. When her aunt leaves to visit her friend in hospital Arabella's whole life turns upside down. After being kidnapped by three amazingly good-looking boys, Arabella realises she isn't normal. When they ask her to freeze the glass of water on the table in front of her she thinks they're crazy; people cant do that, right? But what if she was wrong? What if everything she has ever been told was a lie and the only thing that she could rely on were the bedtime stories she was once told as a little girl? Highest rank: 5th in fantasy

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