Now, I've been hungover before. I've experienced the entire earthly spectrum of emotion that comes with the joys of drinking until you can't stand. I've seen, felt, smelt and heard things that upon reflection a sober human being wouldn't necessarily do. There was very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions whilst recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something vile. And I can honestly say that was a first for me. His eyes turned black like ink, his teeth extending to sharp points as dark veins began forming up his neck, crawling to join in a tangled web of visible webbing beneath his skin. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had now become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" --- Danielle Perkins knows more than most about how truly unfair the world can be. After years of training and serving in the military, she is ultimately discharged from duty and settles down for civilian life in the bustling city of New York. A far cry from her terror filled past, it takes some time but she finally begins to get her life back together. That is until she's faced with a world that at no point was she ever trained for, and faced with a man that she was in no way ready for.

[UNPUBLISHING TO RE EDIT] I highly doubt anyone's still reading this but, if so I'm going to put this story under reconstruction and try and make it much better than it was from years ago. I'm not sure if I'm going to change some of the plot or if I'm just going to stick with it. I have no idea on what anyone wants from this book 😅 so I'm going to try my best to keep it and I'm not sure if anyone wants it all to be published in one go (that may take a while) or publish by each chapter I edit) -------------- I didn't want to face any of them right now or anyone at all. "Angelica wait!" Grant's voice echoed I was in the forest attempting to escape the world and get lost in my thoughts. I ran faster even with the new strength I could feel pulsing through my veins I knew I couldn't outrun him. "Wait Angelica, I can explain everything" he pleads but I through his lies I gave him a second chance to confess himself. I am tugged by my arm and I finally face him and even as I told myself no more tears, I couldn't help my face stream with tears. I swallowed deeply and he awaited my response "Explain what. That you went behind my back and kissed someone I despise just because we had a disagreement" He tries to hold my face but I turn away "it wasn't like that I promise" "I don't need to listen to you" ***************** Angel is a 17 year old werewolf, she can't shift and she gets bullied for that, she's sweet and kind always follows the rules to get out of trouble. Very sporty but shy. The only family she has left is her alpha uncle James. She has a trusty best friend who loves parties and is out going. Her life changes when she meets her Alpha mate, she uncovers the lies she was told to believe. She finds out her blood is powerful, that any werewolf is to envy but it is also dangerous because it is the key to a dark revolution. Will she unlock it? Or will she control it? The past always links to the present. ------------- Please do not copy or steal my story.

"Stop. Stop, please." I sob as the whip comes down on my back once more. "Shut up yo-" my tormentor's words are cut off by a ferocious growl. I sense another masculine figure in the dark room, but can't make out a word he's shouting. The burning and searing pain that I'm experiencing is just too much. A sickening snap is heard and something drops onto the cold, stone flooring. The chains around my wrists and ankles are broken along with the tight metal collar around my neck. "Mate." my rescuer growls, gently cradling me in his arms. ********************* Charlotte Beck has been tortured and abused by the Red Stone pack ever since she turned eight. She doesn't know why they hate her or how she ended up a lower rank than the Omegas; no one even bothered to label her as a slave. She has never known the true meaning of love or how it felt like, all Charlotte knows is that her pack surely doesn't feel that way about her. Finding a mate was a dream that was thrown out the window long ago; all of the verbal abuse led her to believe that she didn't deserve one. It's not until she attempts to escape again that she realizes that she has a chance of living a better life, one where abuse isn't an everyday thing. Xander Reynolds, Alpha of the Lunar Shadow pack, finds her when she's taken to his cells as a trespassing prisoner. Known as the strongest Alpha in the continent, he does everything he can to protect his mate. The only problem is that she's too emotionally scarred to allow him to. His dark and violent reputation is the only thing that Charlotte knows about him. The memories of their childhood together beaten out of her mind. Traumatized and high on fear, she struggles to let down her walls. Her real home is with a man who she cannot remember and a brother who she wishes she remembered. Can Xander get his mate to love him? Or will Charlotte let her past keep them apart?