Young, fiery and hungry, Oriana Romano thirsts for freedom from under her family's thumb. It wasn't her fault that she was the first hybrid. After an especially bad fight, she decides to run away from her ivory tower under a new name and go to the land of opportunity. New York City.
She didn't expect to meet Robin Scott, a widower from NYC's very own Wolfpack. With danger around every corner, what happens when he finds out who she really is?
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With Olivia being the source of his wolf's desires, having her so close, knowing that she was dreaming of him too, made the entire night restless and unfulfilling. 
His wolf wanted to touch her, feel her soft skin, see her wild hair splayed out across the sheets. Hear those delicious noises of pleasure. Robin's body responded to those thoughts.
That guttural voice inside of him whined. "We need to take what is ours," it cried. "Stop denying me." 

Honeysuckles and Wolfsbane is created by Anacostia Miller, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

Honeysuckles and Wolfsbane

Robin didn’t say a word to me on the entire way back to the Lakehouse. When we crossed over the bridge, I realized that it was the Lincoln Tunnel. The thing that Claude had told me to avoid because of lycanthropes, but I never listened. 


If I had just paid attention to it, I would have figured out the whole werewolf thing earlier. I could tell that nakedness didn’t bother him, but it bothered me. 


His tattoos were inked across his chest, intricate designs that I still couldn’t make out yet. Robin was a mountain of a man. Towering. Resilient. Strong, yet somehow soft. Benevolent 


Benevolent. That seemed like an appropriate word to describe him.


Chapter 31: All That's Left Is Skin