He was taller then me, with bronze hair set into an oblivious mess. His skin was browned, tinted into an attractive caramel color. He was cute and sweet, sure - but there were two serious facts that stood between us. . .
He has werewolf in his veins.
And me? Well I suck blood.
Romances between these two races had forever been ancient taboo. That rule has been enforced in our lives since birth, and even someone like me - reckless, badass and sarcastic - would never cross those boundaries.
As both Dean and Cassidy become more and more infatuated with each other, is their love powerful enough to break an oath that is older then time? Or will it end in heart-break?
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