Everything in Gemima's life is perfect but when she puts her trust in the wrong person her whole world comes crashing down and she loses everything. When moving and finding hope of rebuilding everything she lost; love, friendship and a pack everything seems too good to be true, and her past keeps coming back to haunt her. What will a boy, a best friend and a group of friends do to keep Gemima with them and what will happen when she is re confronted with her past. This is the average werewolf story with a twist. Read on to find out what that is.

"But...how?" I asked completely and utterly confused. "I d-d-dont know" Parker said still in shock "But there has to be some sort of mistake...YOU CANT BE MY MATE!" I yelled outraged. Why moon goddess, why?! "Hey, that just rhymed" Parker chuckled and I glared "I think we have bigger problems to deal with"I rolled my eyes at his stupidity "Oh yeah...right" he said sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck "We need to talk to mom and dad" I demanded and stormed downstairs. I needed answers and I needed them now.

Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?