The Twilight Circle

Olathe is a werewolf, and a damn pretty one, too (On the front cover :P). Her name actually means beautiful. But when she meets a stranger, her life begins to stir up. Things are turned upside down! In this crazy life of hers, four men are each fighting for the right to claim her as their own. Some girls would dream of this; but circumstances are not on Olathe's side.
~The first compelling novel in the Grey Wolves series~


8. Dante's POV

Just as I transform back to my human form, and begin to pick up my clothes from the ground, my bright green eyes lock onto the glowing blue of a wolf's. In a nanosecond, she takes me in and transforms as well. That's about just enough time for me to take in her raven-black hair, porcelain coloured skin and killer figure, before she dives behind a tree. The realisation jolts me, and I jump behind a tree as well, taking my clothes with me. As I peek out, I smile at her, and say simply, "Let's collect our clothes first, then meet back here."

I go back behind the tree as I slip into my clothes.




Everytime I smile at this girl, she blushes. Then she smiles back, and I light up. God, she's beautiful, I think before dismissing my thoughts. "You know, the face you make when you blush is really erotic."

I blurt out the sentence before I even realise what I've said. Watching her blush once again, I switch my brain-to-mouth filter back on and focus back on the conversation.


"...Excuse me?" She squeeks. I can't help but burst out laughing.

"Well then, 'handsomely mysterious', what's your name?" She asks.

I can't help mimicking her tone when I reply, "Dante. Now, 'Beautifully mysterious', what's your name?" She smiles at that.

"I'm Olathe. Nice to meet you Dante. Have you-"

I cut Olathe off. "You've been exiled too?"

Brain-to-mouth filter broken, I think, need a new one.

I'm unprepared when she answers.


"Erm, no, I've completed the challenges for the adolescence thing or whatever..." When Olathe blushes again, I make sure to turn the conversation to something else.

"Did you manage them?" I ask.

Her face lights up. "Aced them."

I nod at her appreciatively. "Then why'd they send you away for a bit?" After she explains, I can't help but laugh. I then explain what she did wrong.

"Well, I should get going..." Lies. "Not having a pack has it's disadvantages, meaning you have to hunt for yourself. Goodbye, Olathe."

"Wait!" She calls after me.

"We'll meet here tomorrow," I say, before dashing away. Great, I think, Now I have to wait. I hate waiting.

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