S.Cu’Anam Policar was born in Brooklyn, NY, but now lives in Washington State. The Mother of three she makes time to write, usually late at night. An avid reader, she not only writes but helps promote other authors with blog tours and reviews of their books. She is Pagan but respects all religions and believes everyone should celebrate their similarities and not worry about their differences. When she has the time, she enjoys playing video games, horseback riding, singing, and writing things short stories. She absolutely loves to make new friends so don’t be afraid to come by and say hi on facebook!
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**This book contains course language, sex, death, and at least one scene some may find offensive. It is not recommended for readers under the age of 18**
I didn’t ask to be what I am.
I didn’t ask to be created.
Everyday my very blood wars against itself.
They don’t understand.
They didn’t save me.
They only turned me into an Abomination.
Born a wolf, created to be a monster. Katalina DarkLaw, daughter of the DarkLaw pack alpha, finds herself losing more and more of who she is with every day that passes. Leaving behind a trail of murder and blood, she flees from her pack, right into the arms of Silver Von’Dyre, perpetual bachelor and alpha of Von’Dyre pack.
Will his faith in her be enough to save her?
Or, will she become the monster she fears she already is?
Lucas looked at me and took a sharp intake of breath. He looked petrified. And, he was staring at me.
I arched a brow and canted my head a little to the left. “What’s wrong? I mean did you think I looked like a beauty queen when I woke up in the morning?” I tried to tame the rat’s nest that was my hair as I tried to make light of how absolutely terrified he seemed to be of me.
Lucas shook his head as if he was unable to form words. He lifted a small piece of mirror from beside his cot and showed it to me.
I gasped; my hands flew to my mouth. I was covered in blood, none of it my own. My left eye was no longer the golden color my right was. It was crimson, blood, red. “Wh-What happened? What did you do to me?!”
It was my turn to back away. My whole body trembled. I turned to run out of the cave and slammed into Gemma’s body hard enough to knock her, and myself, to the ground.
“What the fuck?!” Gemma growled as she shoved me off of her.
“Gemma.. Who was in those in four beds last night? And where are they now?” Lucas asked slowly, and a whole lot calmer than I would have.
Gemma shrugged. “Some drifters. They weren’t well I offered them a place to rest. Why?”
Lucas scurried over to us, grabbed me and forced my face into Gemma’s.
“Shit! I swear Lucas I didn’t know! You know I’m not down with that shit!” Gemma stammered.
I was even more confused now. “What’s wrong? What happened to me?” Panic was beginning to set in.
Gemma sighed and pinched the bridge of her button nose. “Fuck! This is why I hate fucking Uplanders!” Her hand absently moved to scratch at her left curled horn.
Lucas turned me to look at him. I did not understand the pity that laced his chocolate depths, until he spoke his next words.
“You’ve been infected… One of those ‘drifters’ must have been a Howler. It apparently didn’t infect you fully though.” Lucas sighed.
“A Howler? What do you mean I’m not infected fully?” I asked. My body began to tremble even more.
“He means, you aren’t a Howler. At least not a ‘real’ one. Whatever bit you didn’t infect you all the way. Which is why you haven’t gone Howler on us, and why you can still think with your own brain. And why only one of your eyes is red.” Gemma explained.
Gemma took a deep breath and pushed past me. She knelt by my cot and lifted the edge of the blanket which was brushing against the dirt floor. I screamed as the lifeless eyes of what had once been a dwarf stared emptily at me. His throat was nothing but a red pulp, He had been young too, his beard just barely coming past his chin.