This isn't your typical rejection story. Nope. It's not cliche. Well I hope not. He's your typical popular hot soon to be alpha jock. She's well. Something. He didn't reject her because she's fat or ugly. Not something entirely different. How do you turn a badass in to a kitten? And what bring these two back together?
She was rejected. Reject by her best friend and soulmate. Or so she thought. What surprises awaits her when she returns home two years later?
"Your my mate." he whispers. I stare at him in shock. There's only one thing I can think of to say. "How long have you known?" I growl. "Six months." he answers. I stop breathing. He's known for six fucking months and he didn't tell me. What's worse is he's still been screwing other girls. So that mean....
The rogues have terrorised all the packs, killed as many female weres as they could in their quest to claim all the pack lands for themselves. During the past eight to ten years some packs have completely dissapeared while in a few, things where almost normal. In a unified force, the remaining weres banded together...
