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

It all started with a few shots and a scream.

It was loud enough, chilling enough, to have all of us awake.

Randall came back from his bathroom break not long ago, and barely seems to notice the sounds, oblivious in his quest for sleep. But the rest of us do.

I shake my head at Marissa's question. The sound of gunfire echoes through the halls again, closer this time.

The intercom crackles. "All residents, stay in your rooms. Possible perimeter breach. Prepare to defend. This is not a drill."

"What does that mean?" Mrs. Lane clutches her rosary. "Are those things inside?"

Mr. Ramirez holds his wife close while their children huddle against them. A woman whose name I don't know paces the length of the classroom. She's always full of anxious energy, but doesn't like to talk to us much.

Lauren: Dream or Reality?