Sequel to 'The Bite.' *You need to read 'The Bite' first before you read 'The Rise,' otherwise you're going to be very lost down this rabbit hole. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It takes more than a bite. Charlotte has gone from being a broken human to a strong she-wolf and a damn Thorne, but now she and her mate, are standing on the edge of deliverance or doom as they grapple with a revelation that changes everything. They have to move fast to protect the ones they love, protect their pack, and most of all each other; but will it be enough? Will they rise to the occasion or fade into ash as the fires of failure lick them up? There's will be blood. There will be your two favorite vampires and a lot of good food. There will be ass beatings, twists, turns, and whole lotta Levi. It's either rise or fall, and this time, it's going to take more than a bite to save them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Highest Ranking in Werewolf: #22

People say that, as is expected, your family is supposed to love you unconditionally. But what do when all they do is tell you how much they wish you'd never existed at all My younger years they were filled with people ignoring me and casting me to the side. To most, I was like a leaky roof, something annoying and unnecessary that you were sure shouldn't be around in the first place but you didn't care enough about to pay attention to. From their first moment of meeting me, I could see the judgment and disdain in people's eyes. I'd always wondered and still did, what I had done or what people had heard about me that made them loathe me without actually knowing me. The day I got my mate, he'd reacted no different. this was a day that was supposed to fall above all others in your life. most people found their happily ever after on the day they were united with their mate. Mine hadn't gone that way at all. Like with any other good thing that happened in my life my family had not been supportive at all. They'd all faced me with the truth: My mate was going to reject me. but me being the stupid girl everyone knew I was, I went in blindly, believing whoever had said: "Love conquers all." That night, I'd experienced a heartbreak one thousand times worse than any ignorance, rumors or anything else I'd ever gone through before. They say fate is something unavoidable and that everyone has a purpose. But I wondered how Fate, what was supposedly this divine idea, could deal someone the worst of life and expect them to carry on. I hadn't wanted to. I wanted it all to stop. For the flurry of terrible experiences that made up my entire life to end. And so, I took the most drastic measures necessary to give myself that peace. But someone didn't want me gone. That person hoped that one day I would be able to realize that being a stranger to yourself and to everyone around you was not a weakness. (Recently renamed, previously called I Curse You All To Hell And Back)