The Human Luna

The Human Luna

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"She's human." He voiced bending down to eye level before me. His head cocked to the side as my eyes once again got caught in his entrancing gaze. "Humans are easy to deal with." Eliza has spent her entire life moving from city to city as her father's work beckons him around the country. She liked to believe she had an ordinary life. It was mundane to say the least. When work beckons her father to a small town where ongoing disappearances and strange animal attacks have been taking place Eliza is thrown into a world that she has believed her entire life to be only a myth and a bedtime story. Perhaps her life wasn't going to be dull for much longer... Book 1 of The Werewolf Series
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This is a world where power and dominance stand above anything and everything else. This is a world where you don't want to run around in the dark. This is a world where love is nothing other than a meaningless word used to describe the indescribable feeling of having a Mate. This is a world where wolves are dominant and only the most powerful survive. This is the world Silas, a loner and the first full blooded wolf in history, was born into. The world where she must prove her dominance in order to survive. * * * Unbearable pain erupted through my body, almost instantly. Dizziness made the room swirl unnaturally and darkness threatened to take over. "Up," the Alpha repeated. I tried, but, once again, I was rendered immobile. Another large syringe full of the green and silver mixture was injected into my body. This process repeated, time and time again. My body could not handle it. The room spun in quick, repeating circles as darkness surged, covering everything I saw and felt with a thick, black blanket. I couldn't remember anything. Not who I was. Not where I was. Not who was with me. Not what I was supposed to be doing. But, as I lay there, unconscious, beginning to go insane with pain, I could still hear, still remember, him. I could remember the voice of someone I had met, not that long ago, that already meant the world to me. I could remember the feeling of our wolves connecting, all but the new fifth member of my body, who had led me to this dark, dangerous place. I could remember feeling, for the first time in years, what it felt like to be happy. I could remember his name. Jace. * * * I do not take credit for the picture used in the cover of this story. <ON HOLD>

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