The Best Cliché Yet

The Best Cliché Yet

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After her father's passing all those years ago, Tori and her family have been on the run - I know, only the first sentence and there's a cliché. She moves from place to place, and occasionally fights rogue after rogue. You see, Tori is a werewolf - a lycan to be precise. A breed known to be extinct, and the rare few that are found, are very dangerous. Well that's what the myth is anyway. Tori and her family are different. Sure, she can single-handedly take down two full grown rogues, but only if she has to. When it seems that rogues are becoming more and more apparent in her town, a new pack takes over. Tori and her sisters have to spend the school break protecting innocent people from danger, all the while hiding their true form from the pack. But what happens when one member of this pack is Tori's mate? (Check out the trailer at the side too! :])
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** Please read The Alpha's Beta (BOOK 1) before this, or you might get a little bit lost along the way :) ** Life, it's not always fair. It never turns out the way you plan it. In the timeline that I had planned for myself, it would have been me and my mate, no matter who it was, together forever, that's the saying, isn't it? Unfortunately, that wasn't what life thought for me. Going rogue was hard, I knew it wasn't going to be easy but I was one of the lucky ones. I managed to become part of a group. My life was alright, my stomach was full and my life was finally starting to look up. At least it was, until I pulled the sedation dart out of my side, and realised I was going to be knocked out cold. I was going to wake up somewhere else, probably on my own and who know where. What could these humans possibly want from me?

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