The Quiet One
This is a werewolf romance. The idea for this story came to me while I was meditating. I know I could not do it justice because my primary genre is thillers. So I am giving it to whomever reads this book. In hopes that it will be written. Then I can read it.
Elizabeth has always been an introvert. She almost never speaks with words. However, those who know her well can read her like a book. When she meets her mate Daven he can instantly read her body language. As if she is speaking directly to him.0
People who don't know Elizabeth assume she is weak. Yet that is far from the truth. The saying goes it's the quiet ones who are the most deadly. A fact that only those who know Elizabeth fully believe about her.
CLIP
Elizabeth or Eliza walked into the diner laughing with her friends. Well more like laughing at them but still. They all tried to get her to talk, that just wasn't her thing. She only spoke when it mattered. People almost always thought she was mute until she finally spoke to them out of the blue.
They had just left a pack meeting and decided to go for lunch. Her friend Emily was rambling on about Simon. He was the lead warrior. She had a major crush but she wasn't his mate so she stayed clear of him. Emily was going to wait just as Eliza was. Being an extreme introvert had it's perks. In that no one had caught her interest. She sometimes wondered if she would even have a mate.
Daven Rutherford was the beta of his pack. He and the Alpha were visiting the pack. He hadn't intended to stop for lunch but the Alpha was "starving to death" in the seat next to him. So they stopped at the diner for a quick bite on their way to the local pack house.
No sooner than he had stepped through the door did his eyes meet Elizabeth's. The electricity in the air stopped both of them in their tracks. The smell of Vanilla and honey drawing him to her, finally got his feet moving to her table.
