I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that's not the part that got me. The part that scared me, the part I can't seem to wrap my head around and still has me reeling, was that when she charged me, her body shifted-and then she was a wolf. All snapping teeth and extended claws. But by the time I stood over her lifeless body, she was a girl again. That's about the time I went into shock. And that was the moment he showed up. Now, all I can do is accept the truths that are staring me in the face. One, Werewolves do exist. And two, I was born to kill them.

Victoria Allen is a professional dancer. She works for many artists and performers. Victoria and her best friend Melissa live in New York and London. Victoria is the type who falls easy and hard. What will happen when she one day meets the man of her dreams? What will happen to her career? Will she give him her heart? And will he take care of it? or brake it?