Held Captive

Held Captive

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Ophelia is just an 18 year old, almost high school graduate in Scarborough, Maine. She thinks her life is pretty boring, being the janitor for her aunt Sarah's inn and finishing high school. All of this ends when she wakes up in a dark room with no idea how she got there. She has to fight for her life and find her way back home, but she also has to choose between tough love and the safety of home. (I do not own nor did I take the cover photo). Book Copyrighted. Please do not steal or rewrite my work without asking me.
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In a world of those who have human and wolf blood, Ophelia is the daughter of a wolf hunter. There's just one thing that might cause trouble for that and that is Ophelia's growing relationship with a pack of wolves that live in the forest behind her house. Ophelia thought her life was going to be simple. Well, as simple as life could get when she just happened to be failing her job, her relationship and (the absolute bane of it all) mathematics. But oh, no, something far more deadly and sinister awaits Ophelia in the forest behind her home. Will she be able to discover how to save her new friends before something takes them from her forever? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Werewolves in England? Yeah, apparently stranger things did happen. Much, much stranger than I had ever thought of before, but strange nonetheless. At first, I thought I had simply been imagining it. As soon as I got into bed and stared up at my ceiling, I pinched myself just to establish that I wasn't, in fact, dreaming. I wasn't dreaming. Thus, I had to accept what I had seen in the forest as the cold, hard, truth- make that the warm, fuzzy, truth. Werewolves were real. It was either that, or I was completely losing it.

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