You may have noticed that I have started publishing my latest piece of writing, Hunter Hearts. I'll publish some quotes here to encourage you to read it:
The blurb:
"For years, I've hidden what I am-what I have to be. A werewolf in a world that hunts my kind. I've survived alone, the last of my pack after a massacre I can't forget. I thought I could keep hiding, living quietly as a teaching assistant, blending in with humans, invisible.
But then I met Professor Ethan Blackwood.
He's brilliant, charming, and haunted by his own demons-demons that include an ingrained hatred of creatures like me. If he knew the truth, he'd see me as a monster. But the more time I spend with him, the harder it is to keep my distance, and I can't ignore the pull between us, no matter how dangerous it is.
And now, as a rogue pack of wolves, led by the ruthless Bleddyn, closes in on my new life, hiding may no longer be an option."
And the quote:
„I'm a wolf.
A beautiful, white wolf, strong and fierce, every sense heightened. The world is brighter, clearer, sharper. I can smell the earth beneath me, the trees, the animals moving through the forest nearby. My hunger is primal, raw. I want to run, to hunt. And so I do.
I run out of the house, my mother standing calmly in the doorway watching me go. She knows I won't hurt her – I'm still me, even in this form. But the need to be free, to let the wolf roam free, is overwhelming.
The forest feels alive beneath my paws, the wind rushing through my fur as I sprint through the trees. I howl into the night, a sound so pure and wild that it sends a thrill through my whole body. I've never felt so powerful, so alive. It's as if I'm connected to everything – the moon, the earth, the sky.
I don't know how long I run, how far I go, but when I return, my body is exhausted. My mouth is stained with blood, the remains of whatever I hunted, but the hunger is gone. All that's left is exhaustion.”
