Touched By Oblivion
Never remember, never look back, and do not trust the wolves…
The triple goddesses made a huge mistake. They chose me, a human with memory issues, who was locked in a dungeon (because she got stabby with a shifter’s foot), to enter the deadliest set of trials designed to make new alphas for the three packs: Crone, Maiden and Mother. Only one shifter from each pack survives…and it can’t be me.
There has never been a human in the Folkland…and I’ve just become the bait for the royal heirs. Blackfire from the Crone Pack, Orion from the Maiden Pack, and Reed from the Mother Pack have figured out that keeping me close will lure the other chosen out for them to kill so they can win.
They hate me because I’m human, and I hate them because if I don’t do what they want, their alpha will kill my own family—my sister.
But the heirs keep saving my life, caring for me, and acting possessive, growling that I’m theirs.
What the wolves don’t know is my monster visits me in my dreams, a gargoyle who looks at me like I’m his and whispers that I’m from oblivion.
My monster says the world will tremble when I’m unleashed. When I remember.
And what if it does?
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