So I enjoy having the other main characters P.O.V (point of view) every now and then but considering its still the start of the book and you know it can be confusing for some people to catch on to a story line I Me and cleo Did one as Keeans P.O.V and Here it is!!!
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Chapter 3
---Keean’s POV---
“Guys, I’m hungry, when are we going to eat already?” Jason whined, causing the rest of us to chuckle. Koben snorted slightly, rolling his eyes. “Jeesh, Jason, you sounded like a chick. We need to hook you up man. Next thing you know, you’re strolling through the mall in the hope that you’ll find the perfect purse.”
Ryan and Koben laughed while I mentally groaned at the antics of my pack members. Luckily for me, Kurtis wasn’t joining in with the others; although he’s my beta, he’s a pain in the ass. “You’re right Koben, we need to get him a chick, and fast, before he turns in one.” I sighed;
Nope, spoke too soon.
“Wow,” Koben drooled, his eyes stuck on a girl passing by. “Check out those legs.”
I pinched my nose bridge with a sigh, closing my eyes. I felt a small shove against my shoulder while Kurtis said, “Loosen up Keean. Have some fun will yah?” I peered through one of my eyes and said “Harassing other pack members sounds like fun to you?”
Kurtis blinked before he shook his head “You know we’re just kidding. Besides, Jason did sound like a girl.” I nodded again, this time with a smile on my face. “Just don’t do something stupid that splits the pack up.” Kurtis grinned suddenly before he continued teasing Jason.
I shook my head in amusement and looked away, letting my eyes search the food court. The humans around us were all scattering away when my ‘gang’ appeared. I snorted slightly; just because we were werewolves and had huge muscles thanks to our gene pool didn’t mean that we were a group of thugs.
My heightened senses picked op on the whispers from the people around us; mostly about us; how they would advise others to avoid our gang, that we were dangerous, always up to no good. A band of girls were hesitating around the edges of the walkway, clearly stalling to talk to us. One of them broke free of the group and rushed towards me.
“Hi there handsome, I’m Stacy and you are?” she flirted while she wanted to cling her arms around me and biting her lip. I snorted and pushed her aside, growling “Not interested, now get lost!” The girl’s eyes bulged slightly before she huffed “Jerk!” stomping her foot down and marched off with her friends who all looked mortified at my rejection.
I shook my head slightly; yeah, most people thought I was a jerk. The town’s badass gang leader, not to be messed with. I filled my lungs slowly when Koben started flirting with one of the girls passing by saying some cheesy pick up line and a remark, probably indicating she was easy or he would 'hit that', things that he though they were pick up lines, gaining a slap straight in the face after he made that rather crude remark.
“Burn!” Ryan and Jason yelled amused, shoving Koben around.
He muttered ,"shut up" and hit their hands away while they mocked him more, I smiled almost laughing at his depressed face while he was rubbing the reddening hand print on his face.
Suddenly, I stopped inhaling, confused, before I sniffed the air again. There was a weak scent of…freshly baked cake…vanilla…and something I couldn’t describe but it was addicting.
The others looked at me with confusion before they started sniffing as well. Smiles appeared on everyone’s faces, Kurtis even had a slightly dreamy expression on his face. “God, what is that scent?” he said, sniffing again. Koben and Jason shrugged slightly. “Don’t know but it sure smells good.” Ryan on the other hand didn’t say anything but kept a close eye on us.

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Forgotten Luna
WerewolfLove.Hurt.Confusion.Hope Jess Nault lives the average 17 Year-olds life, nearing her 18th birthday she is thrown into the world of her own kind, Werewolves. Jace , Her boyfriend of 3 months fights for her as Keean, her mate, Demands her hand. Love...