β Scribed by Rebecca A. Rogers
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
For seventeen-year-old Candra Lowell, senior year is supposed to be the time of her life. Its not supposed to include being shipped off to her aunt and uncles house for 'her own good'. Whatever that means. Theres only bad news from this experiencewhen she learns shell go from human to werewolf in a few months. Complete with an inherited unique power.
At her aunt and uncle's house, Candra is plagued with nightmares of a whispering forest and glowing eyes, and a shadowy figure, who issues a warningshe needs to leave town. Candra tries to dismiss the haunting images, but when the shadowy figure appears outside of her home, Candra realizes she should've obeyed.
Candra learns the meaning of the stalkers warnings when she discovers shes the new favorite target of a rival pack. She isn't just a werewolfshe's a werewolf in the middle of a feud that makes the Montagues and Capulets look like best friends. Shes also made a mess of things by falling for her sworn enemy. Worse, the rival pack wants the power Candra will receive on her eighteenth birthday. To protect her family and friends, Candra cant run or hide; she must face her foes, even if it means death.
Library : Romance
Universes : Silver Moon [01]
Formats : EPUB
ISBN : 9780615477442
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### About the Author Rebecca Rogers expressed her creative side at an early age and hasnβt stopped since. She wonβt hesitate to tell you that she lives inside her imagination, and itβs better than reality.
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