She Who Must Be Named
READING AGE 16+
She's never been someone, not really. Laying low, making friends but never really getting close to anyone.
No one knows where she came from, and everyone is pretty sure she's running from something.
After all, why would a werepire (yes, it's a thing) seek refuge in the elves' realm?
Although realm isn't quite the right term.
City would be more like it.
As it turns out, Charlie Robinson isn't running from something. She's drifting.
No one knows anything about her because she doesn't either.
So when the Alpha of the greatest pack comes to the elves'city on political matters, they both realize that there is more to her than meets the eye.
As her mate, Arthur Blackwood will do anything to help her discover who she is.
Unfold
Charlie bit her lip, eyeing her canvas distrustingly. The colors just weren't right. She was trying to remember what her mother looked like, but all that came out from under her brush was hazy, foggy, just plain blurry.
Brown hair? Check. Brown eyes? Same. But other than that, Charlie couldn't remember anything. Not the shape of her ……
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