Bitten by a stranger she was trying to rescue, June realizes she is turning into a werewolf. An alluring man named Dom promises to help her as long as she stays with the pack while she transitions - but after it is all done, would she want to go back home? ***** June, a young woman who comes to the rescue of a stranger who seems to be shifting in and out of a monstrous form, finds herself in trouble as she's dragged off to Canada after being bitten. Dom, the quiet leader of a pack of rogue wolves, tells June that she will turn into a wolf like the rest of them. She has to face a new reality and decide whether she will fill the role she is meant to fill. Will she be able to become a support beam in her new community, or will her actions end up tearing the pack apart? Content and trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity. (This story is a standalone title set in the Dirty Lying Creatures universe.) [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

"I found solace in open love, And for that I know I am enough". Written across Europe, this poetry collection is all about self-love, self-acceptance, change, fear and creativity. 💕🌱 Now available on paperback. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08CVT1GB8 | The Poetry Contest Top 20 Winner |

Something that's make the real me.

"And I choose to swim in a sea of words rather than drown in a sea of tears" A collection of small poems to warm your heart. This wonderful cover is made by @Ethereal_Solare ❤ #4 in poetry 20.4.2020 #5 in poesie 23.4.2020

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.

A poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords