Don't Growl At Me, I Bite Back!

Don't Growl At Me, I Bite Back!

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"The new cat doesn’t stop to worry about the other two strays, instead he finishes off the one he has, clamping his jaw around his throat, crushing is windpipe in the process to suffocate him. Once the stray’s body goes limp from being lifeless, the cat raises his head and stares right into my humans with a set of piercing, pale, blue-green cat eyes. My breath catches in my throat as my heart begins to race once again, only this time it is not in fear, but rather anticipation. I thought he was away at college while working part time as an enforcer for our alpha, helping to protect our Pride on the boarders of our territory. What is he doing back and what is he doing here of all places?"
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An elementary aged wolf raised by humans. Everything changes after his first shift. A continuation of "Alpha Lilly". You can read it without reading the first but you'll know the characters better if you read them in order. The next book will be "Raised By Wolves" a werewolf pup adopted by wild wolves so check it out when it becomes available. Story excerpt "I was found bleeding in the road. They took me to the hospital and saved my life." I say "What were your wounds?" He aks. "Nope my turn. What is this place?" I ask knowing I'm testing his patience but he is obviously boss here and I want answers. "My pack." He answers "your injuries?" I dont know how to answer that so I turn away from him. I dont know what hurt me only the marks it left. "Answer ME!" His words make me stiffen and I feel my hands reach for the bottom of my shirt. I slide it off and turn to the man. A stand there chest exposed. I'm boney from lack of food and bruised from my foster father and brother. Amid all the fresh brusing three white lines stand out stretching from my shoulder to my hip. "This is what they were healing!" I yell trying not to cry. I remember the pain of the marks when they were fresh. Feeling embarrassed I put my shirt back on. "Rouges." The man whispers. "Those bruses." Ruby says from behind me. "The "Love" of my "family."" I tell her. "My turn." I say and the man turns back to me as he was facing the other adults. He raises his eyebrow and I take it as permission to continue. "What are rouges?" "Packless werewolves." He says. My jaw drops. werewolves? WEREWOLVES!? What the? "They are just a story." I say. "You know better than that." He says.

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