My name is Elise scarlet Bennett, and I am 18 years old. I am the daughter of the beta in our pack, the white night Pack. We are known for our warriors and our army as it has stood up against hundreds of other packs and has survived their attacks. I am proud to be in our pack, as I am going to be the best warrior they have ever seen. But when it's my turn to prove my worth the pack has an unexpected visit from the Alfa of the Hidden Moon pack and my plans don't follow through when I finally meet my mate.

Her name is Roseanne Olson. And she struggles through life. All hell brakes loose when her depression hits bottom. As she tries to break free she meets a guy in horrible situation. Soft, high pitched, but calming mechanical made beeps wake her up. The same man from the scene sat in the chair next to her with bandaged hands covering his face. She didn't mean to stare, she hates when others stare, but she couldn't help herself. He saved her and yet he still stayed when she caused the accident. He jumped up realizing she was awake. He froze at the sight of her. His green eyes held an amount of sadness towards her that she never saw before in anyone.

Lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd forgotten to get a book from my locker, so I quickly went to get it. I was leaning on the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door, when warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move." Being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hand backwards. I heard a grunt and turned to find the person behind me now hunched over as they held onto a part of their face. "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. And then he looked up. The first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. It looked so smooth, and I almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering. It was him. Six. The most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook. I'm dead. *********** #11 Teen Fiction - 31 December 2015 #15 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015 #16 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015