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
The Carriage Ride
Isaiah led me out of his office and then out the front door of his home. From there we took the hallway that led toward the back of the building that I had seen next to the stairs. This was unexpected but I didn't say anything about it.
Once we got to the end of the hallway, Isaiah led me through a back door that exited onto a low deck. Waiting on the other side of the deck was a carriage that had been pulled up in just the right position so that I could step into it without needing to step up into it. It was just a little bit of extra height, but it would make a big difference.
The carriage, by the way, was different than I was expecting. Then again, I was probably imagining Cinderella's pumpkin coach that took her to the ball. This carriage wasn't white, instead it was black and brown. It was fully enclosed with little glass windows on all of its sides. It was also more angular than Cinderella's. Hers had been rounded but this one was more of an octagon.