Running from her demons. Anastasia Monticello must take on yet another new identity to protect herself, her beloved aunt and the future of all werewolves.
But what happens when her aunt decides she's had enough of being on the run and wants them to...
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The two most terrifying words that any average teenager trembles at the sound of.
Including myself.
Parking my bike at the main entrance and I don't miss all the stares I'm receiving from everyone loatering around the grounds before classes started.
As I take my helmet off, I run my hands through my waist length chocolate brown hair, letting my natural curls fall down my back.
I was used to the stares. This was the sixth school my aunt dragged me to this year. Not that I can complain, I'm the reason why.
Everytime was the same story. One, because I was new and two, no one really expects a girl to pitch up in a leather jacket and Superbike between her legs.
This school however was slightly different to the last five, this was a school for werewolves and let me tell you, werewolves did not take kindly to strangers on their territory.
My wolf growls within me and I have to tighten my fists to calm her down. She doesn't like the stares, especially the ones coming from the Barbie looking clones standing around their jock Kens.
Even though I know they were all wolves, I still had to shake my head at the cliche cliques that surrounded me. The 'cool kid's, the nerds, the goths etc. I guess high school will always be high school. This one was just a little temper enraged and occasionally fury.
Keeping my head held high, I navigate my way through the busy halls of students.
"Hey, I'm Sasha, the new girl." I address the lady at the front desk.
Typing out her last sentence, she looks up from her seat with a huge smile across her face.
"Yes, Miss Gwen," she holds out her hand for me to shake, I hesitantly give it to her, "I'm so excited to meet you, we haven't had a new student in our school for centuries now."
"Really?" that was news to me.
"Oh yes, our pack, might be the biggest in the world but we pride ourselves on exclusivity."
"So why me?"
"I guess that's the million dollar question isn't it?" At this point I realised I was still holding her hand, and quickly pull it away, avoiding eye contact.
After an awkward five minutes of Teri, I found out her name, was going on and on about how everyone knew I was coming and how I was the talk of the pack. I couldn't help but think how my good old aunt Vic was going to have a lot of explaining to do when I got home.
