Novels by Juan Pretorius

Canna P.O.V.My mother looked at me skeptically, still concerned about my injury. "Are you sure?" she asked, her eyes fixed on my finger. I nodded, pulling my finger out of my mouth to show her. "See, I'm fine," I said, holding up my finger to demonstrate. However, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I examined the cut. It was strange that the bleeding had stopped so suddenly, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. "That's weird," I muttered under my breath, "it's not bleeding anymore." I lifted my finger to show my mother, but all I felt was a numb sensation. How could a deep cut just stop bleeding like that?My father's worried expression only added to my growing sense of unease. "We should get your training done as soon as possible," he said, his tone serious. He knew that something was going on, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at his words.After finishing my meal, I quickly got up from the table and offered to help my mother with the dish

Canna P.O.V.A few Months Later.After the day’s training, my father and I made our way down to the bunker for the last time. The air was thick with dust, and the only light came from the flickering candles against the wall. The darkness seemed to swallow us whole. The sound of my voice echoed through the small space, making me feel small and vulnerable. I could hear the sound of chains slamming against one another as my father pulled them to check if they were tight enough. The metallic sound filled the bunker and added to the growing sense of dread that was building inside me. I tried to push the fear away, knowing that I had to be strong for what was to come. The thought of the transition filled me with both excitement and fear, but I knew that I had to face it head-on. My father's reassuring presence gave me some comfort, but I knew that the coming days would test me in ways that I couldn't even imagine.The wind howled outside, and the small gaps in the bunker door allowed it to

Canna P.O.V.My heart was pounding in my chest as my father's words echoed in my mind. The thought of attracting other werewolves with my scent was both thrilling and terrifying. But deep down, I craved more than just a mate. I yearned for passion, for desire, for a love that would consume me whole. And as he pressed me against the wall, his hands resting on either side of my head, I couldn't help but feel my body respond to his touch. His lips were soft and warm against mine, sending shivers down my spine.My body was aching with desire as his lips crashed onto mine, igniting a fire that burned deep within me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that matched my own. I moaned softly as his hands roamed over my body, sending electric shocks of pleasure down my spine. With each touch, I noticed that I was losing myself more and more in the moment and the growing passion between us. Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel the heat radiating off of h

Canna P.O.V.We made our way over to the bar to get something to drink before the event started. My sister chatted with the bartender, ordering our drinks, while I scanned the crowd for any sign of the mysterious man from earlier. Then I observed him entering the ballroom drenched, as if he had just emerged from the rain. He looked even more handsome than before, with his blond hair slicked back from his face and his sea-blue eyes sparkling in the light.But before he could enter the ballroom, I noticed, the brown-haired hunk with piercing blue eyes from school and the mall, grab him around the shoulders and pull him aside. They spoke briefly, their voices too low for me to hear, and then the brown-haired man led the other man up the stairs, and they disappeared from view.After getting our drinks, we made our way back to the ballroom. As we entered, my breath caught in my throat at the sheer grandeur of the place. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries that seemed to come a

Canna P.O.V.As soon as my sister and I entered the front door, we were greeted by the sound of our mother's voice. "Where have you been?" she asked, looking flustered. "You have to get ready for the party. It's only an hour until we leave."I took a deep breath and said, "Hi Mom, we were just at the mall to get something nice to wear for the party." My mother just nodded, looking relieved that we had finally returned. But there was a sense of urgency in her tone."Well, get ready then," she said, already walking up the stairs. "We don't have much time left." I watched her go, feeling a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. Something was off about this whole situation, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it.As I made my way up to my room, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Why was my mother so anxious about this party? I knew that my father's return to Delhi had been a big deal, but I had no idea that it would involve such a lavish gathering.I hastily jumped in the s

Canna P.O.V.As I woke up to the sound of thunder growling over the city, I quickly put on my coat and made my way downstairs to the kitchen, craving a hot cup of coffee to start my day. As I entered the kitchen, I saw my mother already busy brewing a fresh pot of coffee. The aroma of the coffee beans filled the kitchen, making my mouth water. I greeted my mother with a cheerful "Morning Mom," to which she replied with a warm smile and a "Morning Canna." She knew that coffee was always at the top of my to-do list every morning. My mother carefully took out a clean cup from the cabinet in front of her, knowing that I preferred my coffee in a particular mug. She then poured the hot coffee into the cup, and I could see the steam rising from the cup, making it look even more inviting. I took a sip of the coffee, and it was just as perfect as I had anticipated. The thunder may still be growling outside, but the warmth of the coffee and the comfort of my mother's presence made me feel at ea