(Completed) Young werewolf, Evangeline, can do something no other can, hold communication with someone far beyond her realm. Always at her side, the Goddess of the moon has guided her through the toughest of times, but when the truth starts to bleed out, when an Alpha claims Evangeline as his own, and when the most dangerous come seeking revenge, Evangeline may have to face it all alone. ________________________________ All rights reserved Cover design by Lot Aznar Highest ranked: #1 in werewolf Copyright © 2021

This is one of many stories I have been trying to write but didn't know where to start. I adore the black woman, white man relationship as I have been in a couple and dated many white guys. I love writing stories, but am no where near a professional so any mistakes, please let me know and please comment and tell me what you like or didn't like..... So this story is basically a story about a black woman and white man. who were able to find love and be happy. am not too good with descriptions, so bare with me.

A/N I am currently editing this book and still writing new chapters. Sorry if this causes any confusion. Hailee is described by her friends as many things, sweet, caring, loyal, and an amazing friend. Outsiders describe her as one thing and one thing only, overweight/plus size. She's been criticized her whole life, picked on, teased, tricked, making her wary of new people. She is perfectly content living her life with her small group of friends, she's never needed anyone else, she's never wanted anyone else...or so she thought. Cameron is described by others as a handsome, mysterious, new student with an affinity for football but once he sets his sights on Hailee, everything changes, he becomes the sweet, mischievous, protector, desperate to break down Hailee's walls but it won't be an easy task. Hailee has the walls for a reason and she is determined to lock Cam out and throw away the key.

I'm sorry if this story is bothering you. But if it is, it's clearly not meant for you. "What's depression like?" A friend once asked. I didn't know what to say. Because when people ask you things like "What's wrong" and "How are you?" and "Can I help you?" I never know what to say. I end up lying. I end up answering "nothing" and "Fine" and "No". Though what I really want to answer is "Everything" and "I'm not okay" and "Yes, please". What depression is like? Writing what it's like is easier than telling what it's like. Only a few will totally understand what it's like. And for those people I wrote this.