My Mate, The Brat

Rewrite

So, this story is going to be rewritten. 

Why?

1. My writing is vastly different now. 

2. The current plot is shallow and I dislike it. 

3. The chapters need to be rewritten anyway. 

There will be many changes. 

1. The setting will be in a world were werewolves are known. 

2. Maddy will have a rare genetic mutation that negates her werewolf genes, thus she is human. She can not feeling a mating bond. 

3. Khan will be able to shift.

3. It'll be slightly more serious. I've added in core ideas into the plot: family, friendship, love, mistakes, and more. 

4. Khan/Maddy will not be the focus point. There'll be no true focus point relationship wise. 

5. It will still be told from Maddy's view but she'll being telling the story after the ending and will be to add other characters (which will be written in third point of view) parts. Mostly critcal scenes for plot. 

There will be many things that remain the same. 

1. Everyone's names. I'm lazy. 

2. Maddy and Khan's age difference. 

3. Characters I had in mind for the plot. 

4. Ages of Maddy and Khan (fifteen and ten) 

The new idea is: 

Madison is a black sheep among a sea of snow white sheep. Or, in more literal terms, a human among the wolves. The alpha's son is convince their mates which might sound just incegreat but there's a five year age difference. (Hint: Madison isn't the younger one.) 

This is normal for Madison. 

Then: a stranger comes to town. 

Example:

KHAN WAS A CHILD-GOD standing in the firelight. A dark, red paste made of mud,  and Mutationem roots, grown throughout the werewolf community specifically for this ceremony to help ease the change, was spread across his cheekbones, chest, back, and arms in carefully woven designs. He was dressed in what would've been a warrior's outfit many lifetimes ago. Shoes made out of animal hide, pants loose with a sack tied around his waist like a belt full of gifts: a knife carved out of bone, three glistening green stones plucked out of the river, a wolf's claw, and the feather of a hawk. All of the gifts were intended to bring strength, and bravery. He would need it tonight. This would be the most important ceremony of Khan's life. 

The Wolf Ceremony. 

I remembered when I had my ceremony. How cold the paste felt against my skin, yet it gave me courage like I'd placed a mask over my face hiding my fear from the world. The warmth of the fire as I watched the dancing flames, memorized. The sounds of the chants as the pack encouraged my shift. But mostly, I remembered the moon crawling across the sky and the sun peeking through the trees and how I was alone to face the truth. 

I would never shift.