Juiceypen

Elara is the last of her kind a hybrid born of forbidden bloodlines, half-werewolf, half-witch. Raised in secret by a powerful but reclusive witch, she’s spent her life hiding her true nature from a world that would rather see her dead than alive.

But when a fateful betrayal leaves her protector slain, Elara is forced into a brutal and divided world, where witches, werewolves, and humans fight for dominance. As whispers of an ancient prophecy arise one that speaks of a hybrid destined to bring balance or destruction Elara becomes the ultimate prize and the greatest threat.

Haunted by her past and hunted by creatures who see her as a weapon or a curse, Elara must embrace her dual nature to survive. Along the way, she forms an unlikely alliance with a mysterious stranger, who has secrets of his own and an unsettling connection to her destiny. Together, they will navigate treachery, forbidden love, and the unyielding pull of the prophecy that ties their fates together.

As war brews between nations and loyalties are tested, Elara must uncover the truth of who she is and what she’s meant to become. Is she the savior destined to unite the warring factions, or the force that will end them all?

With danger lurking at every turn, Elara faces a perilous journey of survival, self-discovery, and sacrifice where the ultimate cost might just be her humanity.

Help! I'm the Last of my Kind

His words sent an icy chill through my veins. I stared at him, my breath still uneven from the chase.

"What?" I whispered, though I already knew he wasn't lying.

The wolves weren't just hunting me. They wanted me alive.

I shook my head, trying to steady my thoughts. "That doesn't make sense."

The stranger exhaled, glancing towards the trees as if expecting the wolves to return.

I wasn't in the mood for cryptic answers. My body still trembled from the adrenaline, and my mind screamed for clarity. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping back slightly. "And how the hell did you find me twice?"

For a moment, he didn't answer. Then, he took a step forward, his gaze sharp. Too sharp.

"Elara," he said my name with an unsettling familiarity. "This forest isn't safe for you. They know what you are."

My stomach twisted. "And what exactly am I?"

His jaw tensed. He knew something. But instead of answering, he lifted his hand slowly, carefully and reached for my arm.

I flinched, but he didn't stop. His fingers brushed against my skin just below my shoulder, and I felt it. Heat. A dull, pulsing warmth beneath my flesh.

"What are you...." My voice broke as I yanked my arm back.

"There's a mark on you," he murmured, eyes darkening. "A scent only they can track."

I hadn't noticed anything, but now that he said it, I felt something a tingling beneath my skin, like an invisible chain tying me to something unknown.

"You're lying," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"I wish I was." His expression was unreadable. "That's why they didn't kill you, Elara. They've already claimed you."

The ground felt unsteady beneath me. Claimed? No. No, that wasn't possible.

He didn't move, didn't argue. Just watched as panic clawed at me from the inside.

Chapter 5: Marked for Capture.