My name is Nicole, and I’m a Vargrel native.
I've always believed that the stories that we howl to the world are how we leave our claw marks on time itself.
My den is lined with half-filled notebooks, scribbled plotlines, and the scent of coffee stronger than most Alpha's growls. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming or pacing beneath the stars, where the wind whispers tales of other werewolves.
If you've found yourself tangled in one of my stories, then welcome, moon-blessed. You're part of my pack now.