Sylvie, an enigmatic kittypet, always felt a bit different among the familiar Twoleg homes in her suburban neighborhood-a contrast that never escaped the notice of her feline companion, Whisker. Driven by an insatiable curiosity, Sylvie embarks on a daring journey into the vast forest that beckons on the outskirts of her mundane world.
Within the depths of the towering trees, Sylvie encounters the kind-hearted Willowpaw, an apprentice with a heart as soft as the moss underfoot, and the ambitious Viperpaw, fiercely independent and wary of outsiders. Their lives intersect with Froststar, the wise and noble leader of Frost Clan, a free-spirited community thriving in the heart of the wilderness.
Yet, much like the challenges faced by those who dare to stray from the ordinary, Viperpaw is skeptical of Sylvie's presence. Sylvie becomes caught between the allure of Frost Clan, offered by Froststar's unexpected invitation, and the skepticism of Viperpaw, whose uncertainty echoes the struggles of acceptance faced by those unaccustomed to the untamed way of life.
Now, Sylvie must navigate the complexities of fitting into a world where she's perceived as an outsider. As she grapples with the decision to join Frost Clan or return to the familiarity of her kittypet existence with Whisker, Sylvie finds herself at a crossroads, where the choices she makes will shape not only her destiny but also the delicate balance between the domestic and the wild.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.