The first time he saw her, he knew he was stuck. Kinsley Willows is a werewolf. He’s the beta of his cousin’s pack and he’s next in line for the pack. Because of his cousin’s illness, the pack will be his in a few months. Although there’s something missing in Kinsley’s life. 9 years ago, he found her. His mate. Because of the rules of the elders against young mating, Kinsley leaves to protect his mate. Ever since the day she left him in the woods that day, a piece of him has been missing. At home, Rohanna Black is a broken hearted girl. Her mother is a drunken slut, sleeping around with anything with two feet and a heartbeat, has been since Rohanna’s father left them for another women. Because of him, Rohanna no longer believes in love and her last boyfriend Blayden didn’t help. At school, Rohanna is the popular girl. People fall to her feet and do everything she asks. Although she doesn’t let it get to her head. Kinsley returns, this time coming back for his mate. But will she be able to love him? Will he be able to break the shell around her heart and gain her trust? I know this sucks, but it's the best I could do. I'm not good at these things

"Why do you like the rain so much?" "It reminds me that I'm still alive." (Luke Hemmings Fanfiction) Copyright to Ashley Royer. All things written by Ashley Royer unless otherwise stated. Not affiliated with 5 Seconds of Summer or any other characters mentioned. THIS IS NOT THE FULL BOOK. The full book is published with changed names and can be bought wherever books are sold. AVAILABLE NOW WHEREVER BOOKS ARE SOLD. The published version has added chapters and everything has been edited.

Love is patient, love is kind but above all, love is hard. "I am here to see the Archangel." "Aren't we all?" Replied the guard after chuckling at the blatant naivety of the frail woman. "Name?" "I'm here to see the Archangel." She replied stubbornly still not looking up from her shoes that peeked out from the bottom of her cloak, revealing more of her toes through their large holes than the muddy, worn leather that formed the patchwork shoe itself. They were her last pair. Not that she had taken many substitutes with her when she had left. A hasty departure was never well planned.

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