Who is he? (werewolf)

Who is he? (werewolf)

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This werewolf book is set in the UK, she is a werewolf who is isolated but why? Posing as a human she's tricked even him that's why she's human. But again when will she ask why... He is a wolf, something odd about him, something seems weird. He's there, he's rough until he's not. Who is he and where does he belong? Is he a hunter or the hunted? (Guys, when I first read Werewolf books it was classy, well-written, and relied on more than just boring feelings to get by. They had adventure, wit, and sometimes cute moments. Not some boring erotic novel. Anyway the closest I've been to that on here is The Silent Luna but I can only read it so many times. So here is my shot. Sorry if it's not as good as my goal but I'm shooting for the stars.)
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My book has been #272, #154 and #177 in Werewolf. Lincoln Rylan is a human, so why is she being terrorized by beast of the woods? She's lost her sister and brother-in-law in a car accident and has to take one her two twin nieces, how much does the world think she can handle? - " Got you. " His husky voice whispered as I was shoved against the wall, face against the wall while he had my hands behind my back. Like he was arresting me. " Get off of me! " I tried to fight him. I tried to fight the beast. " You're mine. " He growled as he placed his face in my neck. He was smelling me. " I'm nobody's! Get you filthy mutt hands off me! " I snapped. I was twisted around and my back was shoved against the wall in under a second as I starred into his black eyes, the rest covered by a hoodie. " I am not a mutt. I will not take my hands off of you. You are mine. " He let out a loud growl. " Who are you? " I bit out. " I'm Hell. "

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