sparkysparklightning
My years of digging deep into research to get to the bottom of a personal mystery have led me racing after another, hoping that this time around I can truly save someone.
This story being told is that-a desolate hope.
In happiness and in sorrow,
Roger G.
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It started with an accident. Werewolves and vampires never mix; her pack had warned her. And after a certain point of petty rivalries and attention only through barbed snips across the halls from the proud, unwavering face of Leya Laux, Harley Grimes was ready-reluctantly-to believe it. The stories were true; wearing her down was mission impossible. They may be destined soulmates, but from Laux's neutrality, it was as though she felt nothing at all. Where Leya was cold, Harley was hot, and her desire to be noticed was fraying; they were opposites in ways that exceeded the supernatural-more than just a vampire and a werewolf.
Maybe the universe and the moon had messed up by giving their connection a chance. Even being teammates didn't change that. The only bond they were meant to share was the feud that had spawned between them.
But then came the fated away game, and the accident that changed everything: in a seedy motel in the Deep South where the team had crashed for a layover night, one figurative nightmare had turned abruptly into a real-life one. Before they knew it, both girls were in a banged-up truck speeding down the desolate rural streets, running away from laws and something more damning nipping at their heels. Something unexplainable-and one that Harley couldn't help feeling drawn to, as well. Not in the same way she feels toward Leya, but more...primal.
Love and fear are often associated in the same breath. With blood on their hands, a weight that they both must shoulder together, and darkness creeping in their consciences, Harley and Leya indulge in a mad chase around the country, and soon find out how much the two are related-and how badly survival means to them individually.