Storm is a nobody without her pretty face, her smart mouth and her oblivious healing gift. But all that changes when the gods, to prevent the annihilation of an entire specie, orchestrates her meeting with an underground mafia lord; a ruthless Lycan, who had been exiled from his pack for killing his father. ***TO NOTE*** Story contains: 1. R18 scenes 2. Violence. 3.Short tales of two other main characters apart from Female Lead(related). 4. Up for WSA!
Whilst the last class of the day dwindled to an end with the lecturer giving a good old story about his earlier days in med school, Storm's mind ruminated on the several changes that had taken place in the clan and in her life since the past two weeks.
The past two weeks have been uneventful really, and void of tension to an extent. Peaceful if she would dare to say. If she didn't know better, if she hadn't had those dreams where her significant other had told her things to come, she might have called these days the best days of her life. The dreams hadn't repeated itself, neither had the other dreams, nor the nightmares.