Life is so complicated, even for people like me who always thought that I was considered one of the normal ones. That was until the night I shifted into a hairy werewolf, the day I turned sixteen. Even worse than that night was when I discovered the family secret that had been kept hidden from me when I turned eighteen. That night was the night I ran, and left my so called family, in order to survive. Nowadays it seems that there is always some reasons that I an running, wether it be from my parents, the incredibly attractive green eyed man that says I am his, and rogues.