It was Tuesday, December 3rd when the United States created the first super soldier. These soldiers were physically stronger, faster, and had reflexes better than any beast in the jungle. Their skin was impenetrable and body unchanged by any bullets, shrapnel, or biological chemicals. They were so changed they were considered inhuman, and inhuman they were for they could only rely live off their basic instincts. To hunt, kill, eat, and mate. These soldiers though kept safeguarded in an unidentified location, soon overran their overseers and broke out into the human population.
They first slaughtered small towns, with this learning they could change others through contact in blood. As the soldiers number increased, the human population decreased. Soon cities began to fall and the population of humans went from billions, to mere tens of thousands.
Within the final years of human civilization they created out of a few hundred test subjects two sterile creatures who could in no way reproduce or create any others of their kind. One creature was created under the name of the Lycan project, men whose teeth could become sharp blade like fangs hard enough to penetrate these soldiers skin. They had hair that grew into fur which like the soldier skin could not be penetrated , ears that grew into points which could swivel and hear from a few miles in any direction, eyes that could see the same distance, and their bodies immune to diseases. Their only weakness was an allergy to silver. This allergy was so severe that it could kill them in minutes, and was to be their death once the soldiers were eradicated and the humans no longer needed them.
The other creature, designed under the Magician project, was still a human man in every sense. Yet these men and women had eyes so advanced and minds so adept they could particles free of form and manipulate them with mere thoughts. Almost anything they could could think of they could create with these particles.
"Shift."
His voice hit me like a serrated blade as he stepped out of the crude semicircle of hardened wolves that had formed around me. I pushed myself off of the cold floor for what felt like the thousandth time that day, wiping the small trail of blood coming off of my lip and down my chin.
"I won't ask you again."
My limbs felt like lead, these wolves had been at me for hours trying to get me to shift into my wolf, unbeknown to them was that their efforts would forever be futile considering the fact my wolf wouldn't make an appearance for me even when I begged. I seriously doubted she would suddenly pop up as a result of their abusive tactics.
Instead of explaining my circumstances, driven by a bizarre combination of adrenaline and fatigue, I leaned back on my heels and sent the largest loogie I'd ever conjured flying over and landing squarely between the eyes of the man before me.
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As a late bloomer who was incapable of shifting yet, let alone making any contact with her wolf, Olive Ludovic's life was not off to the best start. Growing up, constantly being tormented and taunted by those around her forced Olive to grow a tough skin and work even harder, despite the fact she was without her wolf.
When her home is taken over by a dark pack, life seems to only get worse for Olive as it is quickly discovered that her mate is none other than Matteo, the Alpha of the very pack that was terrorizing her people.
It seems to her, that life is just a little bit easier for Olive the Other Werewolves.
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hello! just fyi there will be mature language and content as the book progresses so i'm letting ya know now ;)
HIGHEST WEREWOLF RANKING = 2, LOVE RANKING = 3 (out of 1.8 million books XD), MAGIC RANKING = 1, ROMANCE RANKING = 1 (out of 1.5 million books XD), VAMPIRE RANKING =1!