By My Hand

By My Hand

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Thu, Nov 12, 20209h 51m
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Over the course of their three hundred year marriage, immortality had turned her doting sorcerer husband into a monster. Desperate to escape the abusive life he'd trapped her in Winifred runs away and finds herself adopted into a near by werewolf pack. She is the only female werewolf in existence and her new family promises to keep her safe and out of reach of her husband. Rafael had no memory of his life until the day he came to on the streets of London. After becoming a werewolf shortly after he'd spent over three hundred years coming to terms with the idea that he might never know what happened to him. One recurring dream of a girl is all the clue he has to go on. Rafael's world is turned upside down when the girl from his dreams walks in their door. Does she have the answers he's searched for all these years?
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This is a world where power and dominance stand above anything and everything else. This is a world where you don't want to run around in the dark. This is a world where love is nothing other than a meaningless word used to describe the indescribable feeling of having a Mate. This is a world where wolves are dominant and only the most powerful survive. This is the world Silas, a loner and the first full blooded wolf in history, was born into. The world where she must prove her dominance in order to survive. * * * Unbearable pain erupted through my body, almost instantly. Dizziness made the room swirl unnaturally and darkness threatened to take over. "Up," the Alpha repeated. I tried, but, once again, I was rendered immobile. Another large syringe full of the green and silver mixture was injected into my body. This process repeated, time and time again. My body could not handle it. The room spun in quick, repeating circles as darkness surged, covering everything I saw and felt with a thick, black blanket. I couldn't remember anything. Not who I was. Not where I was. Not who was with me. Not what I was supposed to be doing. But, as I lay there, unconscious, beginning to go insane with pain, I could still hear, still remember, him. I could remember the voice of someone I had met, not that long ago, that already meant the world to me. I could remember the feeling of our wolves connecting, all but the new fifth member of my body, who had led me to this dark, dangerous place. I could remember feeling, for the first time in years, what it felt like to be happy. I could remember his name. Jace. * * * I do not take credit for the picture used in the cover of this story. <ON HOLD>

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