The shy, quiet girl who sits in back of class is the last person you would think to be a werewolf right? Well, Abigail Mason is just that. She wants to just blend in and disappear. The only place she is ever truly herself is in the ballet studio where she graces the floor with dances. But as fate would have it the one...
"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocenc...
He doesn't know love at all. She wished she never knew love. What if love came between them? Would he believe it? Would she give it another chance?