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Find Me

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I am a warrior, with a wolf's spirit inside me. I am alone, and I will never be found, for if I am found I will be killed. I hide from the White Men who forced my tribe West, and I hide from the bears and the panthers of the forest, and I hide from the dreams that tell me I know more of the White Man than I want to.
For four years, I have lived alone, with the animals and the wind and my thoughts. For four years, I have fought to survive. But with a panther's scream comes the flash of a White Man's lightning-stick, and suddenly, I am found.
The White Man named John says he will not hurt me, but he will help me. He tries to convince me that warriors need one another, that all wolves need a pack, and he begins to awaken the part of me, deep within, that wants to be found.All Rights Reserved

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His To Possess ✔️ cover

The Living Wind in the Forest - Fire cover

Mark of the Wolf (mxm) cover

Verge of Insanity cover

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For the Taking ✅ cover

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We Have Each other's Backs ✔ cover

The Story of Midnight cover

His To Possess ✔️

When Eira goes to the forest at night, she doesn't expect to meet her mate and be taken against her will. Not wanting to spend the rest of her life locked away, she must find a way to escape from abusive, mysterious and possessive alpha, who will do anything to have things in his way. What will happen when Eira won't submit to the cruel Alpha? Will he be able to keep her to himself? Or will the girl with the terrible past be stronger than he could ever be? Extract But I am my father's daughter. Always too proud, too stubborn, impossible to tame. My father always said that the wilderness lives in me, it brings the storms and raging winds through my skin for the world to feel. So I become the wilderness itself. #1 in beast #1 in marked #2 in dark #5 in wolf #8 in mate #144 in werewolf