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
Finding My Way Part 3
**ADDIE'S POV**
"Are you ready to explore your past life Addie? Your most recent of the past lives, that is." My wolf seemed calm which was completely contradictory from how I felt at the moment. Still, I didn't want to let this fear hold me back. I wanted to be more brave. I was going to be a wolf soon, and wolves were not scared. Wolves were strong. Wolves were fierce. And wolves were brave.
"Yes. I am ready. Lead the way." I put my hand on the wolf's head again and let it guide me toward the hall. I did, however, allow myself to run my hand along that wall like I wanted to. It was solid, perfectly smooth, and warm to the touch. It didn't feel like any material that I knew of though. It was slightly soft, but not pliable. I knew that if I hit it with my hand it would hurt, but it didn't seem like it would hurt if I just bumped into it by accident. I know that was contradictory, but it was what it seemed like to me. I didn't know how else to explain it to myself.