War wages between witches and werewolves. The conflict has been unending. But on her 21st birthday, the witch Silvana finds a werewolf who is different. Bruce Winters. He’s everything Silvana was told the wolves are not: selfless, loyal, and compassionate. As the two grow closer, forces unimaginable chase them. Magic, betrayals, masquerades, and monsters, constant challenges lie ahead for Silvana and Bruce. But together, through Silvana’s witch magic and Bruce’s ferocious wolf transformations, their powers increase. Together, they may just be able to change their worlds forever. ***** Silvana brushed her hair and dressed herself in the white satin lingerie and stockings on the bed, then slid into her beautiful ball gown. She felt exotic as she slipped an arm through the furled, elegant sleeve of the gown. Then, she heard a knock at the door. “Bruce?” she asked, covering her round breasts with her bare, crossed arm. The last thing she wanted was for Kurt to ruin this evening. “It’s me,” Bruce said, his voice tickling the hairs on the back of Silvana’s neck. “Are you ready for me?” “Always,” Silvana responded, tucking her other arm through her sleeve. She turned around as the door opened. “Would you zip me?” she asked. Bruce’s fingers made their way from her hips and to the zipper, and he kissed the corner of her ear as he zipped the back of the gown. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. She shut them at his command and smiled as he fit a jeweled white masquerade mask over her face. He turned her around and said, “Open.” Silvana gasped. Bruce was absolutely dashing in his tuxedo, and he had on a similar silver mask that covered his eyes. Their lips, however, were still unconcealed, and Bruce wasted no time pulling Silvana close to him and pressing his lips to hers. “You look incredible,” he said. Silvana blushed, grinned, and licked her finger. She wiped away a smudge of scarlet lipstick from Bruce’s clean shaven face. He checked his watch. “If we hurry, we can still make it in time.”