Queen_of_harts

"I know exactly who you are," he murmured, his voice a low growl as he pressed me against the cold stone wall. His body caged mine, heat radiating from him like a wildfire waiting to consume.

I lifted my chin, ignoring the way my pulse betrayed me. "Then you know why I’m here."

His lips brushed dangerously close to my ear, not touching—just enough to make my breath hitch. "Do you?" His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down my arm, stopping just before my bound wrists. "Because you don’t look like a hunter right now."

I swallowed hard. "And you don’t look like a monster."

He chuckled, dark and amused. "Oh, little hunter, you have no idea”.                                        In a world where humans and werewolves are sworn enemies, fate weaves a different tale.

Violet, the daughter of James—descended from a long line of legendary werewolf hunters—has spent her life preparing for one mission: to kill Alpha Zain, the feared Demon Alpha. To prove herself worthy, she must bring his head as a trophy. But when she finally faces him, destiny shatters everything she’s ever known.

While her sisters, April and Jade, eagerly await news of her death, Violet finds herself entangled in a fate far more dangerous than she imagined. Because the greatest threat isn’t the battle between hunters and werewolves—it’s the bond that should have never existed.

Falling For The Demon Wolf

I didn't know my way, or how exactly I expected myself to find the camp—but there was just… a sense of validity.

Which is a very stupid thing to think.

But still, every time the wind shifted, every time the sun slipped through the branches to warm my cheek, it felt like a path was being laid out before me. Not with signs or markers—but in the tug in my chest, the ache in my bones. Like a thread I couldn't see, pulling me deeper.

Not just from this life, but something older. Something that whispered through the rustling leaves and the creak of bark overhead.

My Trail