Silvershore

Silvershore

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~ARC I OF SILVERSHORE~ After the mass extinction of the entire human race due to world war, the wolves of Northern America, now called Silvershore, no longer have to worry about humans interfering with their lifestyle and habitat. As a result, two packs of wolves begin growing enormously - The Pack of the Earth and The Pack of the Fire. The two packs were previously allies, but became sworn rivals after the new chieftain of The Pack of the Fire revealed his true self, cruel and malicious. When the horrendous leader has secret children with a member of The Pack of the Earth, life seems to get more and more miserable, even with the lack of humanity. TW: This story is not for the faint of heart, as gets into some very dark and sensitive themes, especially starting in the second book. I would not recommend this story to anyone sensitive to themes of gore, mental illnesses, ped0philia, and sexual abuse. It also contains very frequent swearing, so if that offends you, I also don't recommend.
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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