His name? Xander Belarus Coldstone. His game? Dangerous. If you were smart you'd do anything in your power to stay out of his way. He was ruthless, calculating, and his father was head of the biggest ice cream mafia in the U.S. If you were smart you'd keep your mouth shut and eyes glued to the floor when he walked by with his posse. If I were smart, maybe I wouldn't have ended up in this mess. Tied to train tracks, drenched in Coldstone's hit ice cream flavor 'Birthday Cake Remix' with a train coming full speed at me. But Im not smart. In fact im pretty fucking stupid. And stupid enough to get on Xander Belarus Coldstone's nerves. I wish I never became princess of the werewolves