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

The next few days are brutal and strange.

These people make sure to feed us every night, though their meats are unseasoned and tough. Marissa was ill the second night when she realized these people eat the monsters they kill.

Aside from our fear of these people who have taken us in. Sometimes, it feels like we're captives. And other times, it feels as though they're taking care of us. It's hard to tell what these people want.

Marissa, at least, has relaxed on her theory that they only wanted women. A few of the men have looked at her with some interest, but most of them look at us with what I can only describe as disgust. It doesn't seem like we're their type.

I wonder if I'd have the courage to ask these questions if we could understand each other. For now, since we can't, there's no point wondering. It's never going to happen.

Lauren: Traveling