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.
"I'm sorry, I am quite tired. Is it okay if we continue this later today?" Neoma asked, finding herself suddenly dizzy from exhaustion.
She had been unconscious for who knows how long in Zagan's pig pen, but then she ran from those two males in her pack and ended up fighting against freezing river rapids. Now that she had talked to Graeme like she wanted, there was no energy left in her.
"Whoah," Lucas darted over to her side when he saw her starting to melt toward the floor and helped guide her to the bed.
"Yeah, let's leave her to rest. I'm sure everyone else could use some sleep after the excitement today," Graeme said. "We will pick this up later. After we tell the pack about… all that has happened," he sighed, "we will come up with a plan for going to save the rest of them."
"Sounds good," Selah said and started to make her way out.