Torn
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At the age of sixteen, Ethiriel had so much going for her: she was the Alpha's daughter, had a warm and loving pack, and had possibly found her soulmate. Then, her world was destroyed by the vicious rogue group, Silver Blood. They slaughtered her pack, but she escaped. Now, they're back to finish the job, lusting for the blood of any who help her. The safety of her new pack members is in jeopardy, and tragedy strikes when all seems to be going well. Spies lurk in the shadows, dark secrets will surface, and loyalties will be tested. Torn between the sweet, irresistible Troy Davis, and the dark, handsome Hunter Cullen, Ethiriel must come to terms with her past and herself if she and the Night Shadow pack are to survive. Cover made by the amazing @Rumblerooar Copyright © 2014 VICTORIA RHEE. All rights reserved.
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By eighteen, Leah Clearwater had already buried the girl she used to be. Sam Uley's betrayal still sat like glass in her chest when her father died. The grief came in waves, sharp and endless, and just when she thought she'd learned how to stand against it, the change took her. Heat, bone-snap, the first female wolf the Quileute tribe had ever seen - and with it, a fate she swore she'd never accept. Imprinting. On seventeen-year-old Embry Call. He's the boy she's never trusted herself to need - all quiet steadiness and soft eyes, a soul too gentle for the teeth in her. He meets her anger without flinching, shows up when she wants him gone, and sees her like he's known her in a hundred lifetimes. The bond is not romance; it's scripture. It's the tether between storm and shore, the altar she never meant to kneel before. It doesn't care about timing, or grief, or the way she swears she'll never belong to anyone again. It pulls her toward him like the tide, and no matter how she thrashes, she cannot break free. He is her breakwater. Her anchor. Her ruin. And maybe her salvation. Because some loves are not gentle - they're a reckoning. And Leah Clearwater is about to find out what it means to be chosen, in a way that feels less like mercy and more like destiny.

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