ROSEANNA

Rykard Blaxland is on course to take over as Alpha of the Blackwaters. Unlike the new leagues of werewolves, the Blackwaters hold tight to tradition. They are strong and merciless warriors.

When his pack recieves an invitation to a vampires coming of age, the peace treaty signed by his great grandfather forces him to accept. Werewolves across the country gather for the event.

The three day celebration, that starts as an obligation shifts the course of his future forever as he must decide between his pack and his love.

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I see her clearly swimming in the blue lake her bare shoulders bathed in moonlight her dark hair swirling around her. The top of her rounded breasts heaving just above the water. I take a step forward careful not to crack the branches under my feet.

I hear her laugh and feel my heart flutter. Then I see a second figure tall and broad. He dives towards her coming up close so that she's within arms length. I watch as he gently moves a strand of hair from her cheek.

Before I can stop myself I feel my body begin to shake and a growl rumble through my chest and pass through my mouth. They both stop and turn in my direction. So as not to be seen, I quickly duck behind a large tree and, with the anger coarsing through my muscles, shift. Landing on all fours, I push forward running as fast as I can into the dense forest slashing everything in my path.