My New Life in the Kingdom of Wolves
Eighteen year old Addie hates her life. She's been in a wheelchair since she was a little girl. She's felt like a burden on her family and dreams of a life like the ones she's only read about. So, when she finds herself reborn in another world with all the memories of her previous life, she embraces this new opportunity. She's finally healthy, she's finally strong. She can finally feel alive. However, when she's thirteen a debt is incurred that may change her new life forever. One that they won't know the repercussions of until she once again turns eighteen. When that debt is called upon, and the payment must be made, Addie finds herself living in the Kingdom of the Werewolves. She must now figure out how to get home and why her new life is different than that of all the other humans in this world. And on top of that, she has found herself in the sight of the Werewolf King. What is it that he wants from her? What is it that he has planned when he summons her to the castle and forces her to live there? Follow along with Addie as she learns how to navigate in this new world of hers and as she discovers just what it is that makes her different from all the rest. ************ WARNINGS ************ ADULT LANGUAGE SUGGESTIVE SITUATIONS SLAVERY VIOLENCE NOTE THE COVER ART IS NOT MY OWN ALL CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS IN THIS STORY ARE COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND ARE WORKS WRITTEN BY DENI CHANCE. THIS BOOK IS SOLELY POSTED ON WEBNOVEL AND CHEREADS AND SHOULD NOT APPEAR ANYWHERE ELSE. Contact me at any of the following- https://www.deni-verse.com/, https://www.instagram.com/dcinmi87/, https://twitter.com/DCinMI, https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100070561061763
Chapter 181- Addie – Called Back Early (VOLUME 3)
**ADDIE'S POV**
I hadn't been home from the vacation for too long, when I was called to Callum's office. He had apparently gotten a message that had to do with me, and he wanted to share it with me right away.
"Addie!?" he called out to me like he hadn't just seen me the night before. He and Nolan, and several other people, always lit up when they saw me.
"Good morning, Callum." I smiled at him.
"Were you studying?" He asked, when he looked at my hands. I looked down as well, I wasn't carrying a book or papers, so at first I didn't know how he knew that. "You have ink stains on your fingers." He laughed. "Like you were tracing the runes that you had drawn in practice."
"Oh." I looked at my index finger and saw that he was right. "That was exactly what I was doing, but how did you know that?" At this, Nolan was the one to laugh from his position across from Callum.
"I told him that you often traced the lines to commit them to memory."