It's a mistake to assume I'm a chubby-cheeked cherub, floating around and shooting arrows at pedestrians. We tried that once, in 1456, and let me tell you: It was a terrible idea.

After trying to survive through endless bullying and taunts, Mona decides to end it all. On one cold winter night, she travels deep into the woods, in the midst of a horrific thunderstorm, hoping that she would perish and the awful pain would fade away from her miserable life. However, not everything works out as smoothly as she hoped. To start with, a mysterious, devastatingly handsome man saves her from certain death, introducing himself as Xavier. He tells her that he is a werewolf, and Mona is his mate. And this is only the beginning. She is soon thrown into the realm of the supernatural, introduced to creatures she never knew existed. Everything she thought she knew turns out to be wrong, the whole world shifting before her eyes. Will Mona be able to survive in this new, strange life she is forced to live? Will Mona accept the fact that she and Xavier were meant to be together?