To find your mate is a gift, cherish it. ----------------------------- Mates are meant for each other. I saw mine that night, I left. He never saw his that night, he left. I wanted to lose my mate. He wanted to find his mate. I lost my heart instead. He found a human instead. I lost my mate, But he never found his, Because I'm his.

If you throw a rogue wolf into a pack, what do you get? Certainly, not a Luna. Kaia Aalish, rogue-born, must outrun the repercussions of her murderous past to become the fated Luna of Caedes, but that does not appear to be her true intention. __________________________________ "You're killing me," I moaned, tugging on his shirt which irritatingly still stood between us. He got the hint. Before I really had time to even acknowledge the sculpted muscle bound to his well-defined body, his shirt was on the floor, and his lips found mine. The kiss was in no way gentle. Lust burned at the tips of our tongues, each of them fighting for dominance over one another. His hands were just beginning to fiddle with the button of my jeans when the door was thrown open. Both of our attentions shot to the door with a now very broken doorknob. Though, that wasn't really what I was interested in. Oh, no. My mind was focused on a very real problem--that I was laying on a bed with a man I had only met maybe three hours ago while, simultaneously, staring into the dark eyes of my mate. Highest Ranking: #4 in Werewolf 6/23/17 Completed: 8/10/2020 © All Rights Reserved 2016

[TRIGGER WARNING: story contains abuse, rape, self harm, and mentions of suicide] Teenage werewolf Elaina Wilson has been tortured for the majority of her life, by people she once trusted and loved. Her pack, her father and Alpha, everyone. Scars cover her body, as well as her emotions and memory. Her heart, as torn and cracked as it is, has abandoned all hope of love, but still manages to fill her body with complete sadness. She can't look anyone in the eye, or make physical contact without flinching. But she doesn't need any comfort, she's abandoned any prospect of someone loving her again, she doesn't want anyone to love her. She wants an escape, a safe haven to run to. She doesn't want any friends, and is terrified of the idea of having a mate, because she feels that they would only hurt her. She simply wants to be left alone, because all she's ever known is pain. Her memories of abuse traumatize her, and her happy memories taunt her. She doesn't want to even try making new, happier memories. She considers happiness a lost cause for her. Will she change her mind when she meets the handsome alpha of a neighboring pack, Xavier, and discovers he's her mate? Or will her fright and depression completely consume her? *********************** All Rights Reserved, no stealing please. Anyone interested in making a cover or fan art can send it to me through DM :) Thanks for reading!