When eighteen year old Vanessa finds her mate she can't contain her shock when it's no other than her enemy. Alpha James of the Midnight Pack. In a world where black and white werewolves don't mix due to a war that's been going on for centuries; Vanessa battles others opinions, war, and maybe even her mate. Will love truly conquer all or will it lead to death? Read to find out.

Alexandra Tipton is what most would call a normal girl with so much ahead of her. Graduating and going to college where at the front of her mind. Though her best friend had clubbing on the brain for graduation night. Alex ready to party was not prepared for the amount of attention she would get in one night.

With no pack or home Lisa was a rogue on the run. Just wanting to take a break and enjoy the scenery gets someone's attention. An alphas attention. More than one alpha. Between the two men who seem to want to stake a claim will she choose love or will she run?

Excerpt... "Ah! So hot, so hot, so hot!" I jumped back and tried to brush the spilled liquid from my shirt, but it only seeped further into the fabric. "Aish! I'm sorry. I didn't see you." A male voice said. "Well, that's obvious. If you would lo-" I swallowed my words when I looked up. My lips parted without consent as my eyes blinked (like a mad woman's). I tried to stop them, but it was useless. As my brain scrambled for a word to describe the honey-hued man in front of me, I let my gaze wander over his face. I didn't make it past the sensual, hooded eyes-like half-moons-staring at me. "Are you ok?" He asked. I watched his lips, and bit the inside of mine. They were plump, with a natural pucker that called me to them. "Umm, your uh, shirt." I looked down to see my nipples peeking through the stained part of my blouse. Of course, this happens on laundry day!

"You got that James Dean day dream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down, we come back every time. Cause we never run out of style We never go out of style"