She was left alone in the snow to die. No one to care for her and no place to call home. When she gets adopted by a neighboring pack she is cared for and loved, until she doesn't change. From that day on she is used, beaten, and is treated like a slave. That was, until her mate rejected her because she was a human, or so she thought. She runs away and meets a rare spirit wolf, and bonded with her, allowing her to shift into a wolf herself. As word spreads about the human- turned- wolf, species begin to hunt her down- every species, but what would happen if her second chance mate was the one who is destined to kill her in the ancient text? What will happen after she meets all of her mates? With four completely different mates, who will she choose? How can she survive a life of heartache? Throw in the legendary lycans, royal vampires, white witches, elves, and fairies into the mix and you get a story that no one could ever forget. A/N I know it's really bad but please try to get through the first few chapters. P.S. It might get a little repetitive and I'll do my best to avoid that. You have been warned.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION