...There was a cool breeze, and the sound of ruffing leaves. Sophie turned her head towards the sound. The window was open. What? She asked herself. Why was the window open? She couldn't answer this. Quickly, Sophie shuffled over to the window, shutting it closed. However, when she turned around she was met with something much, much worse. It was a certain ginger-headed girl. A giddy smile crossed her lips as she sat on the dumbfounded Sophie's bed. And then, she spoke... "Hey there Soph-wanna hear a story?" Sophie was a normal girl, who lived in a quaint little town alone with her aunt. That is, till a string of murders start to spring up around the boarder of her small little town. Tensions begin to rise, an aura of uncertainty befalling the little town. Follow Sophie Guerrero and her friends as they come into contact with all sorts of supernatural in an attempt to find the mass murderer of Nightendale.

"What is your name?" Xavier bellowed, his eyes and fangs flaring up once more. "Rhea." The raven haired girl pronounced."What's yours lovely?" Xavier's body shook at the sound of her voice. How could someone so dangerous have such a lofty voice. Her voice was rosy and wispy, as if it could be carried away by the wind. He expected her to have the imposing voice of an Alpha, not a wispful whisper. Not to mention her flirtatious attitude. This girl had just given one of the most powerful breeds of wolf a pet name. Xavier gritted his teeth in uncertainty. He really didn't know what to do in this situation. "It's Xavier." He spat, a low growl erupting from his throat."And I am not your lovely." Rhea is powerful, yet appears weak. She is a leader, yet appears timid. A Werewolf elder that leads one of the strongest supernatural organizations to ever form. Not being able to take any more pressure from other members and elders, she leaves, needing a break. She needed to find her beloved, her mate. Xavier is an Alpha. One of the most formidable breeds of Werewolf. He was a good leader, as his people looked up to him for both protection and support. Yet, his order needed a break. They worked hard for the peace they brought, they deserved rest. Yet, what Xavier found was not rest, yet a mate, and she was not about to back down.