On a cold night, the bonfire's fire lit up the square as the crowd cheered the execution of a man accused of sodomy. The smell of burning wood and flesh filled the air, mixed with the murmur of prayers and shouts of condemnation. Seraphina, wrapped in her cloak, felt the weight of that injustice, but something else caught her attention: on a nearby roof, a black-clad silhouette was watching her. Her heart skipped a beat. When she turned to look better, the figure had vanished. She quickened her pace home, with a persistent feeling that someone was following her. As she closed the door, she tried to calm down, putting it down to her imagination. But in her room, the unease did not leave her. She sat by the window with a book, seeking refuge in reading. She turned the pages without concentration until a shiver ran down her back. She looked up and her breath caught. Outside, in the darkness, a pair of amber eyes were watching her. They were not human. They were deep, hypnotic... hungry. Her destiny had just been sealed.

A secret hybrid. A charming Alpha. Mates. What could go wrong? ************************************** Brooklyn Jones is a hybrid. Her mother was the Alpha's daughter, and her father was a vampire. At the age of fifteen, they died in a fire caused by rogues. Brooklyn was left in her mother's pack since her uncle was the Alpha. They treated her well, but she still felt like an outsider. But when rogues come looking for Brooklyn, putting her and the pack in danger, her uncle sends her to Florida to live with one of her mother's best friends. There she goes to school, and she meets her mate. Grayson King; son of the Alpha, soon to be Alpha of Silver Moon Pack. But how do you explain that you're a hybrid to your mate who is going to be Alpha of one of the biggest pack in America? And what happens when people from the past reappear? HIGHEST RANKINGS: #5 IN TEEN FICTION