macnicholas3012

Life takes a sudden twist for Lyla after her father’s sudden disappearance, leaving her to a life of torture and misery under her Step-mother and Step-sister. She loses every form of comfort, honor and confidence; a weak Werewolf who struggled to embrace her true nature.
However, she is rescued by her Prince-charming who happened to be her fated mate; things take a drastic turn for better until she is suddenly faced with the reality of rejection by her mate on account of her presumed inadequacy to be his Luna and the Alpha’s sudden need for a stronger mate who would be more benefitting for the position of the Luna of the Pack. 
She is relegated to mockery from some members of the Pack and drowns herself in the world of misery. Everything suddenly takes a twist when she attempts to take her life in a venture to end the sorrow she felt. She wakes up in another body; a stronger and bigger body but with a vicious mindset and an unquenchable thirst for blood.
Things take an interesting turning point when she encounters an irregular fellow in the woods; the only one who could tame the rage of the beast she had become. 
What really becomes the fate of the only person who could get her to be calm? Would she really be able to withstand the pressure of being with him?

Kira: The rejected Luna

I landed on the floor, gasping for air. Sam was really fast and strong. Once turned to a werewolf, every aspect of your human nature is maximized by the genetic transformation; your speed, your strength, the your will and acumen. Everything.

"Shit!" I said aloud with an intense sigh, then I looked back towards the road where we ran from and discovered that we were so many miles away from the house.

Turning to Sam, I discovered that his eyes were still open and his tongue stuck out from one side of his mouth.

I was super exhausted and obviously knew that carrying Sam back to the house was definitely going to take a lot of time.

I thought about the best thing to do, then I looked to my left and saw a building very close. It looked really abandoned.

Gradually, I lifted the white wolf and carefully placed him on my shoulders.

Returned