Lenaleia

[World's End: 02:23:59:53]

Lauren Whittaker thought she had enough to deal with: a ruthless stepfamily, a neglectful father, and a life of endless work. But when a mysterious countdown virus appears on her phone, ticking toward what seems like the end of the world, things go from bad to apocalyptic.

As society crumbles and terrifying monsters emerge, it seems no one is safe. Not even the military can hold back the tide of destruction. Just when Lauren thinks it can't get any worse, a blood-soaked stranger appears before her, speaking a language she doesn't understand. But there's one problem.

She's seen him before... in her dreams.

Kylar's pack has only one route for survival: to escape their dying world, as prophecy foretold. There's only one problem... Their ancient prophet has passed.

In the new world, they enter into unfolding chaos. Monsters pour in from their world and others. It's a fight to survive, but there's hope. This new world is a land of abundant resources.

He just needs to find their new prophet, and they can all survive. But when he does, everything's wrong. For one, she isn't Lycan. She's human. And he's inexplicably drawn to her, wanting to claim her for his own.

Chaos is unfolding. Bodies line the streets.

Lauren's fight for survival becomes a battle against fate itself. What secrets do her dreams hold, and why does this man want to keep her for his own...?

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[NOTICE: JANUARY 2024]
LAWE will be paused until later in 2025, in order to give the author time to work on her WSA competition entry and allow her hand and wrist to heal further before putting it through the stress of too many daily updates of books.
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This book contains: Dark themes, death, smut. (All hail the smut.)

Love at World's End

Leave the high school? Isn't that dooming her to death?

Everyone in the kitchen is thinking the same as me, I'm pretty sure, glancing at each other with white faces.

But Tom's words hang heavy in the air, and Dana just opens and closes her mouth like a fish out of water.

"Pack your things. You have one hour." Tom's words are cold and sharp as a knife. "And only what you can carry on your back."

My stomach lurches. This hasn't gone the way I expected. For Dana to be embezzling supplies is already a shock, but this? This effective death sentence?

The kitchen's fluorescent lights buzz overhead as Dana's face crumples.

"You can't—" Her voice breaks. "There are monsters out there."

"Should have thought about that before stealing from children. From elderly people who needed that food. And before you benefited from the people who went out and died to get those things."

Lauren: Exile