After That Day : The Last Stand (book 2)

After That Day : The Last Stand (book 2)

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You didn't expect to see me again, now did u? Well a lot has changed since we last talked, and when I say a lot I mean a lot. Big foots at this moment are the very least of my concern. Little did I know there are more creatures running around earth in disguise, apparently there are fallen and demons and all that stuff you watch on "Supernatural". My my, I really wish Dean and Sam where here to save the day instead of stupid ass me. Instead of helping I screw up even more. My life was a whole lot better about three years ago, before nature decided to go all coco on me! Well nature has its ways around stuff. Who could've known more crazy shit will happen? I assure you what I found out will leave you speechless for little did I know about nature; hell, little did I know about my own damn butt. XOXO, Alex Saviyer
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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