At age seven, Serenity , was thrown out into the woods to fend for herself after it was revealed her wolf was smaller than any had seen. She was a tiny thing, alone in this world despite being part of a pack. They hadn't banished her but she wasn't allowed inside, wasn't allowed to eat their food, but she made do learning to survive against all odds. Living off what she could kill or what she could scrounge. After fifteen harsh years of being alone she is scooped up by her mates. Christian and Gabriel Graves run the Shadow Hunters, a pack linked directly with werewolf royalty. One is a feared killer, the other a shameless playboy, even though they are twins they couldnt be further apart until they find her. Can they break her out of her shell? Can they discover the reason for her wolves impossibly small stature? Can she become close to the twins or will one ruin it for them? Rated mature for languge, violence, and eventual sexual content.

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14