The wolf stalked towards me slowly and a grow escaped it's throat. I slowly stepped back and looked past at where it was standing There was a lifeless body, my eyes widened and flashed back at the beast. I put my hands up as they began to shake " please.." It growled louder as it kept stalking towards me until my back pressed against an tree. Slowly slidding down to the base and began to cry "Please no.." The wolf lunged at me I closed my eyes. There was a snarl then a loud thud I opened my eyes to see another wolf infront of me. This wolf was different from the other one. It's fur was pure black it's seemed to glean under the light of the moon and its eyes were a beautiful shade of blue with a scar across its eye. He was beautiful. All animals were beautiful to me but this wolf was beyond any normal animal. It stood in a fighting stance as the grey wolf rose to its feet and snarled. More wolves jumped from behind the trees, standing near the black one growling and snarling. The wolf turned and ran, the others chased him. The black on turned and looked at me "Thank you.." I knew he couldn't understand me but I said it anyway. He slowly walked up to me, his eyes flashed a lighter shade of blue with a bright spark.

"I don't want you or that thing inside of you. " Adrian said while pointing at my swollen stomach. "Adrian I-" I tried to talk with my shaky voice as more tears sprang to my eyes. I hadn't realized I'd been crying till now. "You what?!" He said while chuckling darkly. The way his face was made him look more intimidating which made me shrink back. "I'm sorry. " I whispered. He just walked away and I knew he was never coming back. I was on my own. Or so I thought...

**SAMPLE ONLY** Previously known as His Queen. Highest ranking : #1 in Werewolf (26/12/2015) Note : Please refer inside for the full summary. ❝Every king needs his queen.❞ Every pack has its own tradition. For the Golden Moon pack, it is no different either. Every year, every unmated male werewolf would travel around the world in order to find their other half; their soulmates. All, except for Darius King. As the 'heartless' Alpha of the Golden Moon and the blood Alpha, his is the only name that sends shivers down his enemies' spines whenever they thought about him. In his opinion, the tradition is nothing but a perfect opportunity for other packs to attack his while most of the male wolves are not around, or so he reckons. Little did he know that his decision would lead him to his mate who crashed into his territory; literally. ♛ Please do not leave any hate/self-promoting comments! Thank you! (: