Man’s quest for genetic perfection has led to the creation of new subspecies. Wolfen were the pinnacle of scientific achievement, redefining the limits of what it means to be human. Their counterparts, in turn, grew into the ultimate predators. Incapable of higher thought, converts were unstoppable in their need to breed and devour, and when they escaped, they brought the world to its knees.
In the game of survival, Wolfen were created to be champions. No longer. The enemy keeps evolving, rendering old tactics ineffective, and the only rule left is to endure at any cost.
Alianne is an avid lover of stories of all kinds. Having grown up with fairy tales in a place where it almost seemed they were real, it was no surprise when she began making up her own stories. She loves books, music, hiking, and archery, and won’t shy away from travel and zip lining. Alianne graduated with a business degree and when she’s not off in the land of fantasy, she lives in California.
Imagine the ultimate killing machine, one ten times stronger and faster than its prey (you), with no other thought except to feed. Imagine a horde of dozens of them. Scared yet?
Now imagine there's a creature just as savage, but somehow capable of exerting control over them.
Book Excerpt
Wolfen
Dozens called to each other in a sickening symphony of deranged howls, voices unique but in a strange, unsettling way, harmonizing with the rest. And over it all rose a horrible, ululating voice—a sound fit to curdle blood. Their leader. Desiree had seen him once from a distance. Might made right among converts; their primitive hierarchy depended on size and brute strength. Their leader was a massive six foot ten, and built like a tank. He had a short, wide neck, with vocal cords that emitted sounds she’d never heard before. She knew it was him out there now; his voice was unmistakable.
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