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

“Why won’t you listen to me, child?” an eerie voice swam into my ears, in a language that I did not speak, but I could understand it as if it was threaded through my mind. 


The sky bled, a bright red aura enveloping the sun, painting the desert in a crimson light. Bodies lay in the sand, buried, throughout the dunes. It went on and on for miles. Death crispened the air. The taste of it delighted the creature as she appeared from over the dunes.


The figure of a lioness, sleek, lithe and deadly, rose, gliding over the sand. There were no traces of pawprints as her body contorted, rising and twisting into her goddess form. Her skin was as smooth as honey, rich beyond comparison.


It was a scene that I had become quite familiar with, but despite that, it never failed to instill me with fear. My body shivered, cold in the roaring sun. 


“Child?” another whisper, coating my spine in a timeless, inhuman voice. 


Chapter 37: Dreams