Novels by Anna

I was trapped with two werewolves who looked like they'd sooner eat me than let me go on my merry way. For the first time since I'd arrived at the mansion, I wished I had guards trailing my every move. "I really think I should be going back inside. Lucy will be expecting me." I tried to step around Alexander, all the while hoping he wouldn't spot my lie. Lucy had told me to take the whole afternoon and enjoy the garden. She was too nice to me and right now it would have helped if she'd been just a bit more demanding. "But we're just getting acquainted, aren't we Beatrice?" Alexander's voice dripped with sarcasm. I looked over his shoulder at his female friend, who looked totally disinterested. She in no way wanted to get to know me better. The feeling was entirely mutual. "I'm sure we can find another time when I don't have somewhere else to be," Was my pleasant reply. I was lying again, but it seemed like the smart thing to do. "I think now is the perfect time for us to get to

The longer I was held hostage by the werewolves the more I began to question my previous judgements of them. I wasn’t suddenly a convert, but maybe I didn’t feel quite so negative about them, at least not all of them. All my life I’d simply seen werewolves as a single mass of beings that I hated, they lorded it over humans and didn’t care what our lives were like under their rule. I was starting to wonder if assuming they were all exactly the same was a mistake. I mean humans aren’t so why should wolves be? There were plenty of humans I didn’t like, Mrs Fisher wasn’t a favourite, but there were loads I loved, and that meant that maybe the same could be said for my wolf kidnappers. Maybe.Today was freedom day, well the closest to freedom I’d been for weeks. Today I got to go outside and breathe in the fresh air in the gorgeous, green surroundings of the garden. After Clayton had granted me permission to leave the confines of the mansion I’d spent the entire night convinced I’d wake up

Knowledge was power, or at least it was useful. In just about a week of studying with Lucy, I'd learned more than I thought possible about werewolves and their ways. I now knew about their history, how they came to rule, and how the pack system worked. Oddly, so far Lucy hadn't included anything about their weaknesses, but I lived in hope. I hated to admit it but it was all pretty fascinating. "Are you sure humans used to rule the Earth? I find that super hard to believe." I liked the idea, but it really didn't sound right to me. "That's what the history books say." Lucy glanced up from the manuscript she was reading. "I mean, it was centuries ago, but still, humans were definitely in charge for a while." "Sounds like paradise to me." "I bet, while us wolves had to hide in the shadows. Hard to imagine." A frown marred her kind face. My new friend may have found it hard to picture a time when humans were dominant, but my imagination ran wild at the thought. If humans were on top,

Today was the day I was finally free of my prison. Following along behind Jace, I continued to marvel at the sheer size and luxury of the mansion. It was good to be King. We eventually came to a stop outside a pair of large, wooden, double doors and my sense of excitement rose. This was the day I was going to actually get to speak to another person, even if the librarian was a werewolf, I didn't care. I was just looking forward to any kind of conversation. Jace pushed open the doors and I almost sprinted past him, so eager was I to get into a new room. I stepped in and froze in wonder at the floor-to-ceiling shelves of books as far as the eye could see. Directly in front of me was an open space where a long, polished, wooden table and chairs sat in front of a large stone fireplace. It was beautiful. Behind the table rows and rows of bookshelves ran to the back of the room. They looked like the perfect place to find a quiet spot to hide away in with a good book. "The librarian will b

This room was my nightmare. It didn’t matter that the sky-blue curtains perfectly framed the view out across the beautiful gardens. The amazing bed that hugged me like a gentle lover was now the place I dreaded most. It was where all my nightmares played out and where I saw my long, lonely future stretching before me. I didn’t care that I was warm and comfortable and well-fed. The hot water and soft, fluffy towels meant nothing. All the comforts in the world couldn’t replace the smile of a good friend, the freedom to go wherever I chose or the joy that my life was my own and my choices were my own.I sat staring out of the window, trying to imagine myself walking across the lush green grass, inhaling the scents of spring. This was how I coped with my confinement, imagining myself anywhere but stuck in this room.As I gazed out of my sole connection to the outside world, I heard the now familiar click of the lock. My pulse began to race, this wasn’t the usual time my food was delivered

As I left my audience with the King of idiots my head was spinning. I had way more questions than answers and I had no idea when, or if, I’d ever get a real explanation. Clearly Mr ‘Obey Me’ didn’t think I was worth giving any answers to, and there was no way I was going to try and ask my escort as I was sure he considered it ‘not my business’. Of course, why would the direction of my life be my business? I hated werewolves. I silently followed Jace through the corridors of the massive house. Through open doorways that we passed I could see groups of people watching me with open curiosity, obviously they had no idea what was going on either. I wish that made me feel slightly better, but at this point there was nothing short of waking up and finding out this was all a nightmare that would help. We reached a sweeping staircase, with polished wooden bannisters and thick, deep, red carpet running up the centre. Propped up against one of the posts was yet another large, m

6 months later Life with Max was...interesting. Good interesting, but never predictable. And I loved every second of it. Who knew that one of the missing pieces in my life was an arrogant, cocky, hot as sin werewolf? Letting down my guard and letting Max, and everything that came with him, in was a decision that I had never regretted. "I still can't believe Jonas has a guest house and I never knew about it." Huffing, I dropped the heavy box to the floor, glad it was one of te last. Unpacking was going to be a nightmare. "Not sure he thought you'd be interested, babe." Max waltzed in, a box under each muscled arm, not an ounce of strain on his face. "It works out well for us though." He was right. After month of long conversations and beggin on Max's part, altough he'd deny it, I'd agreed to move in together. I'd actually been ready a

Zachary was dead and I truthfully had no idea how I felt about that. In accordance with Pack law he had been executed for his crimes, with Max as his executioner. As a victim of his, and man I hated that word, I'd had the right to watch him die. I'd declined. I had no desire to see a man killed, and I really didn't want to see my boyfriend in the role of killer.

Tension was thick in the air, so heavy I was sure that even the unwitting humans could sense it. We were all in a state if high alert; watching, waiting. Zachary still hovered in the reception area, enjoying the results of his handiwork. Meanwhile I remained out of sight in the waiting room, praying that the others didn't lose track of him.

Chaos. That was the only word that got even close to describing the scene at the hospital. How many people had the psycho attacked? Worried relatives crowded the waiting room as my guards and I pushed our way through. The weight of panic pressed down on me.

The sun was sinking beneath the horizon casting a beautiful warm light across the clearing. It was an idyllic scene, one that would inspire poets and painters alike, there was no sign of the violence that was to come. This place of seeming peace and calm had been selected as the location for the fight, soon the serenity would be lost.

He would be fine. He would be absolutely fine.