“She smirked and felt the familiar pain of her fangs elongating and piercing through her gums. She inhaled the night air deeply and smiled at the intoxicating aroma. Multiple scents hit her nose at once. They were thick and rich, mixed with booze and teenage pheromones. Her leather jacket fluttered slightly as a night breeze swept under it.” RomanceNative AmericanWerewolfWerewolvesYa FantasyYa Paranormal RomanceBest Ya Literature Book:Poet Tongue Source: Poet Tongue
“Violet, wake up! You are not in some pre-colonial, pre-internet hellhole. WAKE UP! But no matter how many times she rubbed her eyes or pinched herself to the point of almost bleeding, she was still there, on that same dirt floor, on the same animal pelt, still trying not to look at that one boy. Was she a captive to these people? Was she some sort of prisoner?” RomanceNative AmericanWerewolvesYafantasyTeen LiteratureYaromanceBestyalitYahorrorYaliterature Book:Poet Tongue Source: Poet Tongue