My Lycan Mate of Suicide Forest
WINNER: 3rd Place, 2021 Werewolf Competition [Mature Content] After escaping suicide forest, August Moon finds that she has only gone deeper into the mysteries it holds. Lycans exist. But maybe she is something even stranger... With a clandestine experimental pandemic, a decade-old murder mystery, and a timeless prejudice against strange members within the lycan community all simmering in the periphery of her newfound surroundings, August must fight to discover her own truth alongside a fierce and possessive male who claims to be her mate.
Saving Greta
Greta was puking. Again.
Sam was pacing the stone floor in his room. It was entirely enclosed apart from the small, barred window near the top of the door. He kept running his hands through his hair helplessly. His mate was nauseous and miserable.
How had this happened? He groaned. He should have kept her safe from this somehow. Now he couldn't get to her. He couldn't help her. All he could do was listen helplessly as his mate got sick on the floor of her room. He growled to himself.
"Stop, Sam. Please," she rasped. "I am fine. It's just the baby. Or babies."
"It is not. This is too much," the panic was starting to gain an edge in his voice. "This is not right." He groaned again. What could he do?
Greta slumped on the floor of her cell and squinted her eyes closed, trying to will herself to be well. Perhaps she could keep herself from getting sick if she concentrated hard enough. But ever since she drank that water that was offered to her, she couldn't stop puking.