The Perfect Crime

Prologue

Heyy:) so this is my first story I'm posting on wattpad. 

This is going to be the first and most probably the last time I say Vote, Comment and Fan:D This may seem like the typical rejected werewolf story but it gets better and well.. turns into something completely different.

I'm sorry for the violence in the first few chapters. And I hope you enjoy:)

PROLOGUE

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It was all perfect. Everything was perfect. The plan was perfect. The set up was perfect. And not forgetting the ultimate set up was also perfect. But was it expected? No. But it was the perfect crime. Nothing could be expected. But in the end where did it leave me? In a jail cell.

I could have escaped, but unfortunately for me, certain humans know of my kind and made it impossible for me to escape. I am a werewolf. Well actually I am a human that can turn into a werewolf. Nothing can kill me, but like Clark Kent everyone has a weakness, and mine is silver, only if put in the right places. Anything silver plunged into my heart is instant death. Cutting off my head also kills me. That's about it. Although being around silver weakens me like Kryptonite weakens Superman, except I can still function properly, I am basically a human.

The prisons have become so advanced that they have separate holding cells for werewolves, which have bars coated in silver. 

Every werewolf comes from a pack. There are very few who are strays. I came from the Happy Snow Pack, which is the most ridiculous name for a pack, but ironic since I was never happy there, nor does it ever snow. 

The most treasured thing about werewolves is their mates. Every werewolf has a mate. When a werewolf turns 16 you can find you mate any time after that. There are many ways to know when you've found your mate. When you touch, you feel sparks and when you look into their eyes, you can see their soul. All in all you just have to experience it yourself to know what I truly mean. It is the most amazing thing ever when you find your mate. So imagine what happens when your mate rejects you.

Sitting here in a jail cell for a whole year left me with a lot of time to think, How did I end up here? When did it all go wrong? I guess if someone asked me those questions i would have to say it started when i got rejected. No. I could go further back. It all started when I was accused of murdering my parents. 

This story goes deeper than a rejection. I am Laine Ryder and this is my story of how being a pawn in a sick, twisted game of fate can lead to the perfect crime