Novels by AmyDave AmyDave

The days after Thane's promise to Lylah, and her expectation of his return saw her in very high spirits. She went about her duties happily, readily availed herself whenever Cormac called in to meet with her, and went along with the wedding preparations as though it was the most important thing for her in the world. Her father was most impressed with this new development. "Now there's my girl!" He hailed her, "This is how happy you should be, you will make the best match of the century!" He went around telling anyone who cared to listen what a proud father he was, and spared no expense in her wedding attires and other neccesities. Lylah was happy that she had everyone fooled, and counted the days patiently until Thane would come for her.A week to the wedding saw her in Shay's house. She had come late in the afternoon, without prior information. Despite her excitement which was reaching its peak, as she expecting Thane anytime soon, she was deeply troubled by one singular event. Her

Lylah woke with a start, her mind foggy from sleep. She looked around the unfamiliar room, where was she, and how did she get here?Thane stirred beside her, and as her gaze fell on him, memories of the previous night came flooding back to her mind - the tears, the kisses, the lovemaking, the promises... The first light of dawn was already creeping into the room, and with it came the weight of reality. Lylah’s heart raced. How could she oversleep this much? And most importantly, how was she to find a way back home before her absence was discovered? "Is it morning already?" Thane's groggy voice came from beside her."Yes," Lylah replied, throwing off the covers. "And I need to get going, my parents are going to discover my absence soon." She started putting her clothes on. Thane sat up, wide awake now, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and reluctance. "I'll come for you, Lylah," he promised, his voice low and urgent."Don't make promises you can't keep." Lylah said as she pulled

The midnight breeze carried a chill that seeped into Lylah's skin as she made her way to the Gannar Inn. She had chosen the longer, more concealed route to avoid detection, even though the village was asleep. The risk of being seen on the shorter route, with its wide, open terrain, was too great. She wouldn't make the journey through the bush in her wolf form either, as her mother had the uncanny ability of sensing her whenever she turned into her wolf form on nights other than the full moon. Earlier she had pretended to go straight to bed and had locked her door loudly behind her. But no sooner than her parents gone to sleep had she slipped out of bed, her bare feet making barely a sound on the cold stone floor. She tied up her full hair behind her head and wore a wig. Next she brought out a very old dress at the bottom of her drawer and put it on, and, having convinced herself as she stood before the mirror that she looked nothing like Lylah Vale, she'd slipped out of the house. T

Lylah stood transfixed, staring at Thane. Time seemed to stand still, and everything else melted away into the ground. All that remained was Thane's handsome face, with his soulful blue eyes, plump lips and determined expression which seemed to call out to her. She wanted to run into his arms, to hug him tight and never let go, to pour out all her worries to him, and run away with him forever. But standing there in her resplendent gown, surrounded by guests, she couldn't react. She couldn't even breathe without drawing attention to herself. So she stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. Thane seemed to read her anguish, because he finally allowed Shay to guide him out of the hall. Lylah wanted to run after them, but just then, she felt a gentle touch on her arm. She turned to face her mother. "Come, my dear," Lady Clarina urged, "go stand at the podium with Cormac." Lylah had almost forgotten that Cormac existed. In fact, she had almost forgotten that the event happening i

The grand Hall was abuzz with esteemed guests from the clan, all gathered all gathered to witness the formal betrothal of Lylah, Lord Girad's daughter, to Cormac, the Alpha’s son. Although it was merely a formal betrothal ceremony, the hall was packed full with eager, excited high lords and chiefs. Lylah sat on a carved wooden chair, her gaze fixed determinedly on the floor, avoiding eye contact with Cormac, who sat opposite her. The Alpha and his Luna, Cormac's parents, stood supportively behind him, while her own parents stood behind her as well; her mother beaming with pride, and her father looking on with a very high sense of satisfaction. Councillor Gallen, the moderator delegated by the Lunar Council, stepped forward to formally begin the event. The hum of conversation in the Great hall faded as he began to speak, looking most solemn, in his blue, ornamented robe - one which the elders wore only on very special occasions. "Our gathering here today is marks a significant occas

RAVENHURST CLANLylah sat in the Hearth Room of her family house, surrounded by the opulent furnishings and the weight of her parents' expectations. Her father, Lord Girad, leaned forward in his chair, his eyes blazing with a mixture of disappointment and determination."Tell your mother of the secret, treacherous discussion you were having with your friend earlier." He commanded. Lylah stayed silent, her gaze fixed on the floor. Shay had excused herself and left shortly after her father burst in on their discussion, but for her, there was no escape. She eas trapped - forced to sit tight and be subject to her parents' judgement. "Why aren't you speaking?" Her father thundered, his patience wearing thin. "You can't bring yourself to repeat the treachery you were plotting?"Lylah smiled sadly. Treachery, Indeed. Her father always had his ways of exaggerating her wrongs, but to call her private conversation with Shay - the only one that listens to her without judgement - treachery, see