Novels by Jasmine favour

ILANA.The pain of being rejected was different than anything I had ever been through. It felt as though my world was taken from beneath my feet, breaking into a million razor-sharp pieces all over me. My chest hurt, not from the running part but from the sheer magnitude of rejection. The bond that had just formed between me and Alpha Lysander had been cruelly torn apart by the man himself, leaving an emptiness so painful that I couldn’t bear to stay in the square any longer.I stumbled to my feet.“Ilana!” Rana’s voice rang out, full of worry and panic as I pushed away from her and stumbled back. “Ilana, wait!”But I couldn't stay. The weight of the stares, the whispers, and the pity that was already welling in people's eyes was too much. I bolted, my legs moving before my mind had a chance to process where it was going."Ilana!" Rana called again, her voice growing distant as I ran across the pack square and past the celebrating that had just gone bitter for me into the night.The f

LYSANDER.While the pack was rejoicing at the Blood Moon's early arrival, I looked upon it as a mean twist of fate, a harbinger of doom. The Moon Goddess must be playing a trick on me.For days now, the presence of my mate had been faintly there. The moment she stepped foot in Nightshade Pack territory, the bond announced her presence. It was like a tenuous thread wrapped around my soul, pulling tighter by the hour. I fought it relentlessly, chaining myself to duty and reason. I couldn't afford to give in.I would not be the one to ruin my pack.My father had once been mated to a human woman. My mother. A woman I barely remembered, her presence now just a faint ghost in my memories. She had died young-too young-due to the frailty of her human body, and my father had been consumed by grief. His pain had turned to rage, and his rage had turned into bloodshed. He had nearly razed the entire pack to the ground in his sorrow, leaving scars that lingered to this day.And now, irony had deal

ILANA.The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation.I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.My cousin, my best friend, rolled her eyes as she tugged my arm. "Absolutely! Come on, Ilana, don't be such a stick in the mud. The Moon Goddess might have something special planned for you tonight. You'll never know if you stay cooped up in here.""Me? Special? You know that's impossible," I muttered, laughing lightly. I was human, after

ILANA.I left Greenwood Pack five days after receiving Rana's letter, my things neatly packed into a small sack. I stood at the edge of the dock, staring across at the ship that would take me over the sea to Nightshade Pack. The vessel was huge, its sails billowing in the evening breeze, and its crew moved about with practised efficiency. Taking a deep breath, I grasped my sack tightly in my hands and stepped aboard.The journey lasted for close to two weeks, till the sea stretched endlessly around me in an expanse of churning waves and salty air. As night descended, I would lie in the cramped cabin assigned to me, staring at the wooden beams overhead while the ship rocked gently, trying to fight off the sea sickness. My mind wandered to Rana and to the island ahead. On boarding the ship, a few men laughed upon hearing I was heading to Nightshade Pack."That Pack and the island will eat you alive for dinner, girl." One spat, but I turned a deaf ear to their words and clung to the thou

ILANA.I sighed, battling to lift the burden of the wicker basket, my feeble arms shaking as I plodded down the slim dirt trail. The cool autumn breeze provided minimal wind, and sweat was pouring down everywhere. Even the vegetables inside felt like they weighed a ton and became heavier with each step. As I approached the pack kitchens, my mind drifted—desperate for anything to divert attention from the soreness in my muscles. Abruptly, the boisterous laughter of werewolves shattered my haze. I looked up to notice a group rushing down the trail, their laughter loud and unrestrained. My stomach contracted and I automatically moved aside to dodge their rough play, clutching my basket more firmly, but the way was too slim. One of them bumped against my shoulder as he walked by, causing me to trip and drop the basket from my grasp. The vegetables fell out, spreading across the dusty road. “Hello! Watch where you're going!” I yelled out to them, my irritation boiling over. The