[COMPLETED] (Book 1/3) It was him. It was his scent, there was no mistaking it. For months I was searching and now, I know he's here, his musky scent has never been stronger. I ran through the trees and stopped to catch my breath for a second. I couldn't see him. I couldn't hear him. But the mate bond made it possible for me to sense him still. And now, I could smell him, he was so very close. I closed my eyes to collect myself when I felt a hand make its way over my eyes, and an arm slithered around my waist. Ecstasy like I have never felt before swelled in my chest as I relaxed in his arms. I could feel the tears of happiness in my eyes. That's when I heard him speak, and I could almost hear my heart shattering. "You have to stop looking for me, my love." I was still processing his words, before I realized that he was gone. ... Raynhildur Ylva is a dyrith and has always been very different from all the werewolves in her pack. She's had it rough from the start and now, at twenty-one years of age, she's almost given up on finding her mate too. Almost. With no real home, no family, no friends and a band of Liet eyeing her every move, she can only hope for a miracle and find the person she's supposed to be with, to take her away from this life. But what happens when she finally does and he gives her the most confusing signals ever? And the biggest question of all. Who is he? ... Highest rank: #1 in mate #5 in alpha #30 in Werewolf

A jealous, vengeful goddess. A ruined land. A woman alone, desperate to survive. When the goddess Kogoren was betrayed by one of her worshipers, she took out her rage on her realm. In her righteous anger, she shattered the continent, raised razor-sharp mountains from the earth, and turned clear streams into burning rivers of molten stone. Fire rained from the sky and ashes blanketed cities and fields. The eruption of the Queen's Crest, Kogoren's holy mountain, killed every one of her priests. The world ended that day. Kogoren's people prayed. They wept. And when no help nor mercy came, they were lost. The Cataclysm was many years ago, before Sarka was born. The broken land and the hopeless people who survived it are all Sarka has ever known. No one speaks of the goddess now; her dark legacy is a shadow over the starved realm that still bears her name, a place where the best one can hope for is to survive the day. One day, a brush with death grants Sarka tragic clarity: if she stays in Kogoren, she will live a half-life punctuated with danger, hunger, and pain. What if there is a world out there beyond the reach of the goddess who left her children to die? Cover by @Abyss-of-Crazy

Alcline Academy. Boarding school to the elite, for parents who have too much money and not enough time for their children. One of the most prestigious schools in the world. Its the fast track to success in life at a high price. The children of diplomats, rulers, celebrities and more find themselves in the exclusive school known for its security and privacy. And now. So has Larkspur Jones. daughter of a deadbeat plumber and a painter. She's won a prize any teenager hoping for a better life would kill for. An all expense paid education at Alcline Academy. That. Or an invitation to hell.