Beneath the Winter Moon

Beneath the Winter Moon

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Glynis, a princess, is being hunted by ruthless bandits. Fleeing through a snow-covered forest, she stumbles into a cave-unknowingly the lair of the king of all werewolves. Exhausted, she falls asleep, and the werewolf shifts into human form, though his ears and tail remain, giving him an intimidating, otherworldly appearance. When Glynis awakens, she is confronted by a tall man with long silver hair, amber eyes, and subtle wolf traits. Despite her fear, she must rely on him for shelter-but eventually, she must return to her kingdom, facing new dangers and secrets along the way.
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Ivory

She looked around her at the four men who were glaring at each other, hate evident in their clashing gazes. Confusion was evident on her delicate, ethereal face as she tried to understand the battle of wills above her. Yes she knew them all, but what was the issue with them calling her 'mine'? .................................................. She doesn't have a name. They have named her, each his own. Aura. My little Lighter. Lily. Princess. Having been born in the village and abandoned in the forest to die, she has been raised by the forest and its inhabitants, her life simple and untouched by modernity. She knows nothing of the world and its evil machinations, nothing of lies, secrets, hate, greed, or deceit. Until she saw him. A lone black wolf stood in the snow, its snout raised towards the trees, tracing her scent. She leans forward to see him better, fascinated by him and happy that after her years in loneliness she has finally had another creature to move with. The branch she rests on breaks, and she crashes down twenty feet onto the snow. The wolf watches her as she crawls towards him and kneels in front of him. Then she speaks the first words he ever hears from her as he drinks her in. 'Ivory' And in his head he declares her 'his'

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