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Sweet Paranormal Wolf & Fae Fantasy Romance Series
Shifter Diaries: Lies Tamed
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Is it possible to hear silence? I know, I know. Deep thought over here. But I’m still getting used to life in Concordia. This far north, the silence can be so profound, it’s like when astronauts have to get used to hearing the sound of their bodily functions while in space. It’s a kind of quiet so full, it has a sound all its own.
Speaking of getting used to things, have I mentioned I now live at a wolf pack Headquarters in Concordia?
Right. Only about a thousand times. Never mind me not knowing Concordia was a country until a few months ago, but I had no idea that wolf shifters, vampires, fae, or magic were a thing.
So the sound of silence is rare here, but it’s real. As real as the shimmer of fae power that comes from my fingers, the wolf that exists somewhere in my bones and presses through, and the weird reaction I have to blood. I’m not ready to talk about that.
You know what else is real? Homesickness. I’d never experienced it until now. And it’s not for the apartment my mom and I lived in or any one thing about New Hampshire. Sure, I miss her and the doughnut shop where I worked (can’t go wrong with free doughnuts every shift!), and my friends. But I guess part of me misses me.
Does that even make sense? Diary, if not, deal with it because that’s what you’re here for.
I miss knowing myself. This is a whole new world, exploring the frontiers of Kenna the magical. Also, Magical’s Most Wanted—apparently, my parents broke some laws and my existence is illegal.
But back to homesickness. I don't hear lawnmowers or leaf blowers, no kids laughing in the streets, or moms hollering for them to come home for dinner. There’s no music cranked or cars cruising by with loud mufflers. It’s like there’s a curtain pulled around this little corner of the country, leaving nothing but silence.
Well, except the wolf pack. They can be noisy, especially about their uncertainty when it comes to my presence on their land.
With my very presence being against the law, I get it, guys. I’m uncertain about myself too. Still, they don’t have to be mean. Then again, they’re wolves. Don’t get me wrong, not all of them are jerks. Just a few. Turns out there’s mean girl shifters too.
The only thing I’m not unsure about are my feelings for Corbin, the Alpha leader. Right now, I feel the pull when in his presence—the tug that rises from behind my belly button to my chest and fills my head like thousands of little love hearts.
What I couldn’t deal with would be silence from him. Thankfully, we’re bonded by wolf magic as fated mates.
I’ll be back soon, diary, because this new life is a lot for one hybrid magical to figure out.
When life gives you blueberries, make blueberry muffins. I found a huge bush off one of the trails on the pack land so I’m baking them for the pack with the hope that fresh-baked yumminess will make them think I’m less of a troll. Wait, are trolls real? I’m not a troll. No, I’m a magical mutt, according to the whispers I hear.
Warm blueberry and buttery goodness fill the lodge’s custom kitchen. The array of professional chef-quality equipment is quite the upgrade from the various apartment kitchens I’ve lived in back in the United States.
It took me a minute to find my way around in here, but the pantry is stocked with almost everything I could need to cook or bake anything. I could probably even make doughnuts considering the variety of kitchen gadgets lining the upper shelves of the pantry.
What I haven’t figured out how to navigate is Pack Hjalmor. The betas—Baker, Camilla, Claude, Inga, and Trigg—are great, but they know my story. I’m not including Avril in that list because she despises me. However, the subordinates—so basically everyone else—witnessed me lose it during the Mate Call-Out with Amanda.