Novels by Rebecca Sanchez

POV of Jennifer When I heard the purr of a car approaching from a distance of a few kilometers, I realized I had to begin traveling back. By listening to the noises the car was making, you could almost hear how pricey it was. He was the fabled Alpha that everyone was talking about, so I knew it had to be him. No one would need to return to this region because there was nothing nearby for miles. I would know because I've been foraging and attempting to memorize the area for the past week.I turned my head to the west, where the car was approaching from. The distant Talk Mountains almost seemed to be tempting me to sprint over to them. I only had to move quickly. I could get away from the Alpha's rule and the pack. There was nobody nearby or in the area to stop me. I only needed to be more careful the following time to avoid getting caught in order for me to be free.Not me. I could have, but I didn't. I turned around and went back the other way, east. Running would have been a gesture

POV of Damian Even though it was still very dark outside, you could already clearly sense the tension. Nearly everyone was already awake and occupied with a job or chore of some kind. The first stages of the packs supper for tonight, which wouldn't be served for at least another dozen hours or more, were already in the process of preparation. The girls were chatting while they prepared the dishes, wondering if the alpha would like them. The maids, or omegas as they are often known, could be heard cleaning each room to make it more appealing. The men were outside practicing, competing to prove who was the best warrior in order to impress their boss and chief instructor. The same calm I heard every other morning was broken by their snarls and barks resonating through the brisk morning air. I was still sequestered in my room, shaking. I was tucked up in the tool's corner, all balled up. My head was wedged between my knees. The memory of my nightmare is still very recent. Despite how

POV of JenniferI traversed the new landscape as I ran. The luscious blood of the tiny deer I gorged on still tasted in my mouth. I leapt over the downed cedar tree and began to walk along the tiny creek that took me back to the pack shack. It was peculiar. I've always been subject to other people's orders and have never experienced true independence. Terr let me behave however I wanted. I didn't trust him anymore. He is the only person to whom I have spoken outside the one question I asked him in the hospital. After a few days of healing, I spent my time scouting the pack's area and doing my best to stay away from everyone.Avoiding everyone, though, was exceedingly challenging. In the pack home, where my chamber was located, the pack appeared to like hanging out and gossiping. It was challenging to enter and exit my room covertly. I was uneasy in this place. I felt as though everyone was staring at me, so I stood up. I had no place here.When I saw the pack house, I hurried straight

POV of Jennifer In comparison to my height of 5'6, the man was an intimidatingly towering 6'0. His large build allowed you to see his muscles through his shirt. He exuded a sense of dominance, which made me cautious of him even more.My protective stance caused my muscles to stiffen up. I kept a wary eye on him, expecting him to strike me or yell at me for trying to get away. I reflexively trembled when he raised his fists, squeezing my eyes tight in anticipation of a punch. I waited for a few seconds, but there was no hit. He was in the "I surrender" position with both hands in the air when I first opened my eyes. He was looking at me with interest.I won't harm you, I assure you. There was no way in hell I was trusting him since I didn't believe him. I remained silent while watching him in anticipation of his response. I'm Tarra, the Mountain Ridge pack's beta. You can address me as Casper. He extended his hand for a handshake, but I took a step back to maintain a safe gap between

My arms were trembling from strain and agony as I gently sat up. My muscles ached because I hadn't moved in a long. I removed the sticky pads from my chest and heard a muffled beeping coming from down the corridor. I pulled the IV out and made an effort to stand. Before falling and using the wall as support, I managed to take two steps. I was pleading with my leg and ribs to sit down.I limped to the door and twisted the lock on the knob while supporting myself on the wall with my right hand and my left arm.Two sets of footsteps that were coming my way were audible. A male and a female, one was hefty and the other light. I swiftly turned around out of panic. I let go of the wall with my hand and fell over on my leg. I attempted to balance myself on my other leg, but it was unable to support the full weight, and I collapsed to the ground.The two sets of footfall grew louder, indicating a closer distance. I stood up shakily and limped back to the bed. I seized the necessary IV, ripped

My vision began to blur as a result of blood loss. I could feel my body dwindling and becoming weaker. The wolf's breath smelled like a wet dog's meat. With all of my last effort, I shoved him away, and he fell into a tree. He was snarling and kicking his lips as he stood up and stalked toward me. I saw that my vision was fogged and that I had shifted back. I anticipated my fatal blow as I saw him pounce, but it never materialized. Before I lost consciousness, I heard a man's voice.I groaned in irritation as the sun shone right in my eyes. When I tried to roll over, a wave of anguish swept over my body. I opened my eyes and found myself in a strange room. My defences rose right away. I felt the need to leave because of the strange room and the smell of pack territory.The space was white and a soft blue. I was seated on what appeared to be a hospital bed with a few vacant chairs. There was a door off to my left and a sizable window with a lovely view of a mountain range off to my rig