With the last name Havoc, Elliot should have known he'd wreck her heart. They say the Luna is the heart of a pack, but what's a wolf to do when you find her a little too late. There's no way to win when the woman you love is your brother's mate. #2 in werewolf - 8/6/23 #1 in mates- 8/6/23

Her heart raced as she saw a handsome young man standing beside her brother, he had blond hair that was combed back neatly, his eyes were nearly the color of a jade stone. He was tanned as if he worked outside and muscular, she had never seen a more attractive man. "Sam, this is my little sister Isabella" Louis said politely "Isabella, this is my good friend Sam Wilder, from work." Isabella smiled, she shook his offered hand and noticed just how tall he was, why he was nearly a foot taller than she. Although it wasn't difficult to stand taller than someone who barely stood five feet tall. "Isabella!" her mother called for her "I could use a hand in the kitchen," She smiled at Sam once more before leaving the room to help her mother. She noticed that her mother seemed a little more frustrated than normal and tried her best to help her but also to stay out of her way. It wasn't until they set the table and started putting the serving dishes down that the door bell rang again, her mother smiled brightly and took off her apron before answering the door. Isabella listened in as her mother fawned over whomever it was. "Isabella, Darling, come meet our guest" Isabella made her way out the dinning room to the entry way, an older gentleman nearly the age of her parents stood there, a dark suit on and a misshapen hat atop his head. He grabbed it suddenly revealing very thin balding dark hair. He had a cigarette in his mouth- she had never cared for the smell of cigarettes. "Darling" her mother said making introductions "This is Mr. Ralph Stanley, Mr. Stanley this is my dear daughter Isabella Verity Price,"

He found all the sisters beautiful, but it was Stevie- he thought- who looked like an angel. Her eyes were nearly colorless, gray even. Her hair was pale the color of a wheat field, and her skin tanned. She was to him someone his sisters could look up to, a role model, a real woman of the west. "Mr. Lewis" she spoke his name softly, her voice he noticed was slightly raspy. Though he had spoken to Billy and Jamie several times Stevie was never one to speak very much. Not in front of him anyway. "Please" he said looking around noticing all at once he wasn't in his own room "call me Ephraim... where am I?" This was a much grander looking room than his, the walls were wooden, and the ceilings were high, the bed was large with a fur blanket covering him, this had to be the Steele's home, but how did he end up here? He looked again to Stevie; she wore a somber expression. "There was an accident..." she looked at him very seriously "Don't you remember being shot?" He leaned his head back on the fluffy pillow behind him and closed his eyes. When he had discovered three unknown men on his ranch taking his cows, he had lost it and, his shoulder- he was shot! His sisters? "Sophie and Tess are here they're safe." she said as if reading his mind He sighed relief and rubbed his forehead, had he fallen from his horse? "My head..." he said feeling nausea overtake him all at once. He closed his eyes once more and willed himself not to be sick. Stevie left only momentarily and brought him, from the smell of it- Peppermint tea. He sipped it and offered his thanks. "Mr. Lewis, glad to see you're up" Billy spoke much louder than Stevie as he walked into the room. His mustache moved as he talked, and he realized that Billy had the same eyes as Stevie did. However, instead of the blond hair, his hair was gray from age.

¿Alguna vez te has preguntado cómo sería tu vida si sufriese un cambio que la cambiase por completo?, ¿cómo sería si fueses de otra manera?, ¿si fueses un súper héroe o especial?... Éstas y muchas otras preguntas se hacía una chica normal, como tú, aunque un día, su vida dio un giro inesperado que la cambió totalmente. Todo sucedió en Missental, una ciudad con bastante población, era una población normal, pero entre ella destacaba una chica, que aunque ella no lo supiera, el mundo dependía de ella. Katsa era una chica aparentemente normal, de diecisiete años de edad, vivía en una casa situada en el centro de la ciudad, iba al instituto y sacaba buenas notas, como cualquier adolescente, sólo que ella, no era cualquier adolescente. Ella era Katsa, la última chica del Dragón.