The world's gone to hell. People are eating each other. Literally. Eating. Each other. I'm just doing my best to keep myself and the quirky mismatched group of people I call my own off the menu. Unknown pasts, unknowable future, friends that are actually family, maybe even a little bit of romance. Oh and zombies, lots of zombies. My name is Zero and this is my story.

*This book is published! This is only partial!!* After a fighting accident, Landon Matthews loses his sight. At the age of sixteen, with his father murdered, he has to take up the position of Alpha of the Shadow Pack. Not being able to see proves to be difficult for someone with such authority. Landon grows cold and angry, frustrated with his disability. Because how can you find your mate when you can't even look into her eyes? Lana Pierce, on the run from her abusive Alpha and corrupted home, stumbles onto the Shadow Pack's territory. She had heard of the gruesome stories of the disabled Alpha. She knew he was cruel and ruthless. She knew she was going to die for stepping foot on their land. What she didn't know was how completely wrong she was. How hard can it be to tell someone you're their mate, when they can't see for themselves? Very hard.

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014