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Runaway Unatha

"You," He repeated, his breath coming out rather heavily as he took a step closer to me. In that moment, it was as if my body was on the verge of erupting into flames. To have him near me was to feel the pull of desire, an overwhelming need to touch him, to let my fingers dance across his face, and to surrender to the promise of all the things he could do to me. His eyes stared deeply, probing as if attempting to unearth every dark secret I had ever hidden throughout my life. Within his gaze, there were two emotions locked in a fierce battle for control: desire and disgust. As he opened his mouth to speak, his eyes were filled with hatred. "You don't have a wolf." ~ In the wolf pack of Nightfang, where power and privilege reigned supreme, Unatha was an anomaly. A girl without a wolf, she had been rejected by her so-called mate and left to navigate the treacherous and dangerous world on her. But destiny had other plans. In a twist of fate, Unatha discovered that her heart was meant for another, not just any other, but the Alpha King, a powerful Lycan whose authority was unchallenged. As the secrets of her true lineage unraveled, Unatha found herself at the center of a supernatural world far more complex than she could have ever imagined. As she delved deeper into this hidden realm, Unatha unearthed ancient rivalries, unearthly powers, and a love she never thought possible. But in this perilous journey, not all were allies, and not all were what they seemed.

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Lost in the Void

I clung tightly to Zane, my heart heavy with dread as my instincts screamed at me to run from the malevolence emanating from the strange man. His pale complexion gave him an almost malnourished appearance, but there was something undeniably unnatural about his presence that sent shivers down my spine.

The man's blood-red eyes locked onto me, and he leisurely ran his unnaturally long and razor-sharp teeth across his lips, forming a chilling grin.

"How odd. The snack you brought for me bears a striking resemblance to a woman I knew," the man began, his voice oddly thin and wiry. 

"Snack?" I blurted out, my words escaping before I could think twice about them.

"He knows what I'm talking about, don't you?" the man cooed, directing his unsettling attention toward Zane. With each step he took closer, Zane pushed me further behind him, his face contorted with both anger and protectiveness.