Kelsie Rush was destined to do great things, she just doesn't know it yet. She believes she is a regular girl just like everyone else... Well expect for the fact that she's a hybrid and is the most powerful witch she knows. Kelsie and her family moves a Roth country for a change of scenery. What she want not expecting was for everything she once believed her life was to be flipped upside down. Not to mention the three most gorgeous men she has ever seen are destined to be with her. How will she manage the chaos of her new life? How will she handle her three mates? Will all three mates accept her? What happens when the past won't stay in the past? What is she willing to do for happiness? Can she give up the most important thing of her life for people she has never met before?

Raven has been running from her father for more years then she would like to remember. Maybe the newest location for her will change all that. It could have something to do with her two close friends, her new school, or the fact that she is surrounded by were-bears. That's right were-bears, not werewolves, but still the basic idea of the shapeshifters. Oh and they do have alphas and betas and a big community. But the main difference in this town is that the alphas, yeah alphas, happen to be her mates. Did I mention they're twins. So yeah her life will definitely never be the same again.

❝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