It was Rory’s Grandma that made the two predictions; the day of her own death, and the day Rory would die. Nobody really takes Grandma seriously – that is, until she suddenly passes away on the exact date she’s predicted. In a fit of panic, Rory decides to embark on a bizarre, crazed mission to live life to the full. Together with her friends, she throws the rulebook out of the window and tastes what the world has to offer; excessively wild nights, malicious revenge plans, and arrogant, beautiful boys. Rory thinks she has nothing to lose. But her family is slowly starting to crumble, and her friends are getting sick of her reckless attitude. There’s only so long she can party before the terror of her deathday rolls around. Rory has to choose between bowing out disgracefully, with her name seared into the town’s memory – or fighting the out-of-control girl she’s become before it’s too late.

What would you do if your mate, the one your meant to be with is the one and only Liam Payne member from the biggest boy band in the world One Direction? Sounds crazy doesn't it? I thought the same thing, I didn't tell you who I was did I? Well I'm Isabella Rose, yes I'm a werewolf, you guessed right if you guessed Liam Payne is my mate, unbelievable right? I know it's crazy who would've thought Liam Payne was a werewolf and MY mate.... Ps.This a One Direction/Werewolf fan-fic!!! I am sorry if it's bad, it's my first story here on Wattpad. Thanks for taking your time to check out my book!!!