25:I[360191,["/_next/static/chunks/2e5e1c97c8c74872.js","/_next/static/chunks/32655252f7f774a1.js","/_next/static/chunks/cd52ad828c45aff5.js","/_next/static/chunks/a9959ef12ba8b48c.js","/_next/static/chunks/d946e9550c1b1f6e.js","/_next/static/chunks/c7464398bbe69158.js","/_next/static/chunks/2e5d4319fd32b351.js","/_next/static/chunks/8c09ece0df3bd519.js"],"AuthorContent"] 27:I[944193,["/_next/static/chunks/c38c2d22de4ad183.js","/_next/static/chunks/3dbe64c5e8127738.js"],"IconMark"] 26:T534,"That is enough now," I say, standing to my feet shakily. "That is as much of your lies that I can take."

He is quiet for a moment. He walks to where I stand by the bed and fingers reach for me. I jerk back, trying to get away before he can touch me, but he is fast. Very fast.

How I got here? I have no blathering idea.

I'm a Werewolf. The only Werewolf in a school of Lycans. I know what you're thinking. Aren't werewolves and Lycans the same? Trust me, they are not.

It wasn't supposed to go this way. I should be in the Academy for Werewolves. I should be worshiped as the Alpha King's daughter and treated with love and respect. I should be threading the halls with my mate, hands entwined. But here I am, eating dirt from the hands of the hottest, meanest male in school. Rune Wilder, son of the Lycan King.

It doesn't make it any better that the Goddess's Prophecy is upon us. The Hekate, Bringer of All Ruin has awakened. I must work with the bastard Lycan Prince and the students at the school--who would totally love to spit on my corpse--to prevent the annihilation of our people with the return of the Hekate.

I hate this stupid school. I hate the prophecy. I hate the Lycans. I want an out of this, but I have none.

Can it get any worse?

Oh yes. The Hekate wants me.

Authoress Estevania

Published Works

Hekate's Bride