Dark. Twisted. Wrong. Thats how Lena Rose was raised. At eight she killed for the frist time and was praised. Use to this life she does as she's commanded and kills who she's been told too. So when she's ordered to kill the royal family she sharpens her knifes.

Tyra Red is the only girl wolf (beside the mothers) in her pack, the Bluemoon pack. Living in a town full of humans, it is crucial that she hides the fact that she's faster and stronger than any normal human, which includes keeping secrets from her three best friends. The task seems harder too when the Alpha and all of his conniving friends make Tyra's life a living hell and take great pleasure in pushing her buttons. Things only take a turn for the worst when a new pack comes to town and starts a ripple that can only lead to disaster.

Phoebe Castro has known Archer Connor for her entire life. Literally. He's her rock, he's the one who speaks up for her, and she's slowly but surely falling in love with him. The problem? He's two years older than her and thinks of her as a "little sis". * Archer Connor is next-in-line for the alpha position. He's charasmatic, he's hot, and he think s that he has the perfect life...nevermind the fact that he's attracted to his best friend, Phoebe, and that her dad knows and wants to kill him before he can even make a move. * When something happens to the both of them though, everything changes. Their friendship becomes riddled with secrets and lies and powers. Will Archer be able to protect Phoebe and at the same time, restrain himself? Or will it all just go to hell? Read and find out in the sequel to "Art Girl and Wolf Boy. We Sound a Bad TV Show."

Alexis Matthews is a shifter, a member of the most coveted pack on Earth. With Alpha's blood flowing in an Omega's veins, her life is difficult enough as it is, but soon everything will be turned upside down.... The photo from the cover is not my own! I borrowed it from Google images.

My first mistake had been re-noticing people in my classes, if I hadn't done that; I wouldn't have re-noticed Tristan Everdeen. I should have known that the moment I had become entranced in those eyes of his-silver, deep, contemplative-that things never would be the same. But of course, I didn't. Because since when does life let you off the hook and just allow you to know those kind of things? *NOTE: This story was written when I was much younger and doesn't reflect my current views on healthy relationships. There are also errors that should be fixed with an edit run-through but I don't currently have the time to do what would basically be a complete rewrite of the book. If this still is good with you, thank you for the support on my story!*