Carmine Lycus was bitten by a rogue alpha when he was seven years old. His parents threw him out and he's been living on his own ever since. He hops from place to place trying to avoid trouble with local packs. After he was almost found out at his last location he moves to the small town, Redwood. His hopes being that there won't be many werewolves in such a small community. To his dismay, however, he finds out most of the town's population are werewolves! Regan Faust is Redwoods next beta, his eighteenth birthday is coming up which means he'll soon find his mate. However, there are a couple complications that make it hard for him to be excited. He's gay and doesn't like any of the guys in town in that way since he's grown up with them as brothers. Then, for the first time in many years, a new student transfers into school without warning. The Redwood pack wasn't notified about this new addition to their town, and to their surprise, they can't find much information on him.

[A/N] This is a werecat story. Bxb. Gabriel is probably not the sharpest knife in the kitchen but he knows how to make some money in a tough situation. Crime. It's not really a career so much as a lifestyle, his. It had been a long time since he'd seen anyone in any other way then how much money they carried with them or what sort of lash-backs there might be if he robbed them. One night upon walking home from his brothers flat in Halbern he saw a dark figure wander into the alleyway that happened to be a short cut to his place. The only thing he saw was the glint in the dark. He knew he was tall. He knew even looking from afar the man seemed scary, but he still went for it. Why? Because either way, every man had a neck. Oh no, Gabriel, look what you've done. You've awoken the demon of the underworld, Kerberos. Boy you messed with the wrong man.