Robin managed to get away from her abusive father at the age of thirteen, as a result she becomes homeless. Things seemed to get worst when she befriends a little boy who moms gets killed before her very eyes; leaving Robin to take care of the three year old. Three years down the road they've perfected the art of being street kids, and live by the few rules associated with it. Only steal what you need never be greedy. Never trust anyone but yourself. Always steal from the weak.(meaning people who can't catch you) Never get caught. Never look back. What happens when she underestimates someone? Looks like an easy purse snatching; till the boy tackles her to the ground and sparks fly from everywhere he touches. Being homeless is hard, and taking care of a six year old orphaned boy is harder. Though being a werewolfs mate is the even harder especially when your human.

There were not many things that I knew much about but pain... Pain I knew. I understood it and its various types. Emotional pain as time dragged by, physical pain I felt when my mate had sex with another woman, when different men had come, nightly beatings, mental pain when he played tricks, when I realized no one from my pack was looking for me. Worse pain... knowing that I was here paying for another person's actions and my children were paying too. Yeah... I knew pain.