You can't run away from everything, sometimes you just have to face it. 14 year old Violet Moone is a shape shifter. Ever since Violet was born she always knew that she was different, she has golden yellow eyes and soft red hair. She has always been faster than everyone and could see and smell ten times better than everyone else. But when she returns home from school one evening she finds her Auntie gone. Just a note that was the only thing that explained who Violet is and what she was. Violet started to change into a fox, a wolf and a dog. Scared, frightened and alone Violet ran away. Running away from what she is was the biggest mistake Violet ever made.

Benina was a normal human being, an orphan at the age of 11 months. She had a life as normal as it could be for an orphan- until she turned sixteen. She shifts into a White Tiger on her birthday, and is thrust in to a world she knows nothing about. Her family were the strongest bloodline of shape shifters -and possibly the most powerful bloodline in the world- until a force destroyed them all, leaving an orphaned Benina behind. Unknowing of her heritage, she is left with a pack of shifters begging her to become their Alpha, and no experience at all with being one. She travels the world to learn the ways of an Alpha, and when she returns, trouble arises. There is a narcissistic Alpha corrupting the pack, and he doesn't want to share. Ben wants her pack back, but certain individuals get a little jealous- and by that, I mean kidnapping, neck snapping jealous. Has reached #26 in Fantasy and #136 in Teen Fiction. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ FOR FULL VERSION WITH BONUS CHAPTERS: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/380490

"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.

Alex has a past that he is running from and Delia dose not trust other wolfs. Both have spilt blood but whose? please read :D and the chapter may be short.