Paulette's life is in shambles. Her sister is dead, her mother is a drunk, and she's been forced to transfer into a chaotic public school full of bullies. Things go from bad to worse when, one night while driving them home from dinner, her intoxicated mother hits and kills a teenage boy and is sent to jail. Now Paulette is truly alone. But when the teenage boy mysteriously comes back from the dead looking for Paulette, she finds herself face to face with the purest love on earth.

Why are we in this? How did this come about? But most of all, When? We don't think this will ever be answered, because there simply isn't one.

I never believed i was a werewolf. Until now. That thought had never proved itself true in my brain. Even when I had actually changed.