"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.

Layla is a Pure Shifter, the last one of her kind. She can shift into any animal, and can self-heal her injuries. She lives in the woods of New Hampshire, where she is free from most evil. Her parents have died, and she carries on as a loner as she becomes an adult. Since the age of six, she has lived all alone; that is, until she finds her mate, David, from a nearby werewolf pack. After some struggles and unfriendliness, Layla begins to live life from a werewolves' point of view, and quickly becomes used to it. Everything seems to be going well, until a past danger threatens Layla, her friends, and her newfound way of life. Written by invisxble. Copyright © 2014 invisxble. All rights reserved.

I never believed in all that crap with monsters...until I turned into one.

Once upon a time, there lived a girl who was Completely Ordinary, thanks very much. Then she walked in on her mother's dead body. Ordinary just flew right out the window. [And I'm telling you right now, there will be no romance.]