Caroline Ryder doesn't believe in fate. She doesn't believe in destiny either. If either existed than her mate wouldn't have been killed before she had the chance to know him. Alone and bitter, Caroline pushes everyone away to keep her heart safe until a lonesome Alpha asks her for help. Trip fought for his species in the Feral War but failed to protect the only thing that mattered to him, his mate. Returning to his home alone, Trip intends to dedicate himself to leading the pack, only he can't do it alone. Intrigued by Caroline, a lone wolf with a wall built firmly around her, he decides to offer her what any girl would kill for; the chance to be Luna. *** This is an excerpt only as the rights to this story has been bought by Inkitt for their new reading app, Galatea! If you'd like to continue reading, you can find me on Galatea under "Abigail Lynne" or by searching for the "Wolves of the West" series!

*DISCONTINUED* Note: Okay so I have been writing this for a while now, and this book is now discontinued so there might be plot holes, read at your own risk. Though point them out and I will try to go back and fix them:) ~•~ 'I Danny Kennson Reject you Jake Parks' After I said that I ran. I ran fast and hard. Nonstop for 5 days, I was tired and exhausted. All I knew was that I was starting a new life, and far away from Jake.

Summary: Dan draws, Phil doesn't. Phil wears black shirts, speaks loudly, and glares at everyone. Dan wears grey jumpers, doesn't talk, and tries to stay invisible. Phil's reckless, Dan's not. This is as story about two polar opposites who mange to have a string of first times together, and maybe even a cute love story. Because unexpected things always happen, when you try to keep someone at arms length. Rating/Warnings: Mature Readers (READ AT OWN RISK). This story may contain topics of depression, cutting, anxiety, panic attacks, assault, gay slurs, and minor sexual content. If any of the listed content triggers you, please do not read. Please do not copy and post my story anywhere else or create an "adaptation" of my work. Thank you. Copyright © 2013. strawb3rryvib3s All Rights Reserved.

Holly is a young werewolf who has been singled out her whole life, but when her pack finally pushes her too far causing the thin thread she had been hanging onto to break she thinks death will be her salvation. It’s a shame her plans are interrupted when she meets the alpha of vicious pack though, but is she to broken to feel love, a feeling she no longer believes in?

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.