In the dangerous world of werewolves, apart from the small packs, there is only two major packs. These two packs have been enemies for centuries and are constantly at battle with each other. The Midnight Moon pack is the kind and caring pack of the North; Red Blood is the ruthless and unforgiving pack of the South. Charlotte Ava Moon belongs to the Midnight Moon pack. She's Alpha Midnight's only daughter and youngest child at the age of 17. Ayden Red is the Alpha of the Red Blood pack. His parents died in the hands of Alpha Midnight only 3 years ago, when Ayden was 19. Ever since the death of his parents he has pledged revenge on the Midnight Moon pack, no matter what. What happens when Charlotte and Ayden discover they are mates on the middle of a battle field and Ayden drags her back to his pack? Both packs struggle through there twists and turns attempting to have Charlotte in their hands, as Charlotte and Ayden have their own battle as they try to create a relationship out of the ashes they created. *Currently being edited so there may be some errors later on

I cursed myself. I was in love with him. My heart hammered inside my chest, as I repeated the words. I was in love with him. I could feel my mind scrambling to defend itself, but it didn't. I was in love with him. I was. I had spent so much time trying to hate him I had looked past the obvious. I was in love with Dezmond Collins. He just killed a man right in front of me, and I was still clutching onto him never wanting him to let me go. I lost everything because of him, my family, my life, everything. I was completely aware of him murdering innocent women and children, and yet I was also completely aware how much I didn't care. I was pathetic. I knew how much of a monster he was, but here I was falling head over heels. I was becoming infatuated with his very existence, and I hated myself for it. I hated him. I repeated those words to myself. I hate Dezmond Collins. Even I could hear how much of a lie that was. How could I ever love something like him? He was a monster. He was a ruthless, cold monster. What part of ruthless monster did my mind not understand? Every part of my body was warm being in his arms, yet my mind was screaming at me to stop. My mind was telling me how stupid I was being. I can't possibly begin to love a monster. He would never love me. He can't love, anyone or anything, so why am I getting my hopes up only to have them completely crushed? "Kendal" I was pulled out of my bubble of over-thinking, I looked up at him. "Are you going to let me go?" he asked me sounding irritated. I should. I should let everything go, I should leave here as soon as possible. I should run away and never return. Because I'm falling in love with a monster. My breath caught in my throat at the realization. I knew it was true no matter how much I denied it. No matter how much I avoided it. I knew how right I was. I was falling in love with Dezmond Collins. *Warning: This story is really frustrating but its worth it in the end*

"If we were so riveted in the spectrum of nature, why did we stand, petrified, as we became corrupted by idle technology, stupefied by glowing screens, stolen from life as we know it from enemies right under our noses? Why did we relent to this obvious threat when we did have the capability to change, and prevent our peaceful hierarchy from being razed? It was the consequence of this stupidity that condemned us all to slaves, servants of a towering race of robots and data." The year 2096. Robots rule the world. Their grip seemed impenetrable, the extent of their control unknown by the humans. Society is blinded by the splendour and wealth of all the technology. "We live in mere fear, unable to access any computerised knowledge for fear of being discovered. We're convicted to the old ways of living, our specialists abilities unable to be used. It puts a very ironic twist on the definition of being free." COMPLETED --