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Clouded Vision

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Werewolves just can't survive in the modern world anymore. They've lived beside us for thousands of years, inhabitating nearby forests, most isolated from humans apart from the rare unfortunates that wander too close to their dens. But despite that distance, they're always eventually found out and killed off. Over the years more and more packs have been slaughtered by humans. Vincent Stone's pack is the most recent casualty. The only survivor, Vince escapes and hides in desperate, empty desolation, waiting for humans to discover and kill hum, sure that he is the last of his kind in existance. Until something else finds him first. Vincent is about to face the conflicts of his life that will force him to answer the question of what exactly it mean to be a monster, and what it means to be human.
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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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