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.
Something Bad
"Are you okay?" there was movement in the living room, and finally August focused on a shape resting on one of the sofas.
"Oh, Sam, you scared me," she let out a breathy laugh and set the glass down.
"I'm sorry," he said, shifting to a sitting position on the sofa. "You can't sleep?" he asked in a raspy voice.
"No. I'm sorry. I-I didn't expect you to be down here," she explained. "I just came for water."
There was silence until Sam finally spoke again. "He will be okay, August. He is the strongest lycan I know."
August smiled in the dark. "Okay. Thank you. It's just… harder than I thought," she said quietly.
"Trust me, it's hard for him too," he replied, and August could hear the empathy in his voice—that there were times when he had been separated from Greta. He understood this feeling.
August let out a deep sigh. It shouldn't give her comfort that Graeme was somewhere struggling with this feeling just like she was, but for some reason it did.