*This book is published! This is only partial!!* After a fighting accident, Landon Matthews loses his sight. At the age of sixteen, with his father murdered, he has to take up the position of Alpha of the Shadow Pack. Not being able to see proves to be difficult for someone with such authority. Landon grows cold and angry, frustrated with his disability. Because how can you find your mate when you can't even look into her eyes? Lana Pierce, on the run from her abusive Alpha and corrupted home, stumbles onto the Shadow Pack's territory. She had heard of the gruesome stories of the disabled Alpha. She knew he was cruel and ruthless. She knew she was going to die for stepping foot on their land. What she didn't know was how completely wrong she was. How hard can it be to tell someone you're their mate, when they can't see for themselves? Very hard.

Centuries of political games killed most of the female werewolves. Now only a few survive, and the Elders work to change the old ways of thinking. Winter, the only daughter of the SilverPaw Alpha, finally meets the soul Gaia has chosen for her: Sterling, the cold, demanding, and entirely-too-human Alpha of the tiny SnowFang pack. Thrust into a world of human wealth for which she was never prepared, Winter must become Sterling's flawless wife and Luna from the moment she arrives. The city is full of threats, both werewolf and human, and Sterling's past is full of secrets best left undisturbed. When they are betrayed by those closest to them, Winter and Sterling embark on a dangerous game of brinkmanship that will change their lives, and the future of the werewolves, forever.

Willow's had to fight to get to where she is now. She doesn't need anyone telling her what to do or how to do it. Her life is perfect the way it is, but it's near impossible for her to fulfill her wants of keeping her independent lifestyle. For starters, Willow isn't even human; she's a Volpe (fox-shifter), but being a Volpe is more complicated than simply being able to shift into a fox. For thousands of years, there were only humans and for those thousands of years, they killed each other over the color of their skin. But that was then. Now shifters are an everyday part of life and no one cares about the color of a person's skin: it's their species, and it's even worse than it was between humans and the levels of melanin in their skin. Volpes are the most hated of all the species. Supposedly cunning and deceitful to many, they are discriminated against and viewed as nuisances. Lupos (wolf-shifters) hate them most of all, with Volpes returning the favor. Lupos - with their powerful packs and Alphas throughout the world - have the obvious social advantage over Volpes, but that doesn't stop the world from turning and the natural course of events to happen. Every shifter will eventually find and bond to a person who compliments them in every sense for no other reason than a cruel twist of their reproductive biology. With little to no conscious decision as to who their "mate" will be, two shifters - two strangers - are forced together, their fates forever intertwined because of a chance encounter. To many, this is seen as a blessing, but to Willow, a so-called "soul-mate" is the farthest thing from her mind. Will the sparks fly or will the fists fly when she realizes that a member of the very species she resents so passionately is her mate? How can a Lupo ever be with a Volpe when all they see each other as are the harmful stereotypes of their species? How will their bond evolve into something that uncovers secrets decades in the making?

Cassandra's everyday life was a nightmare. Her mom eloped with a human lover, and her dad drank himself to death. Left with a brother who doesn't give a damn about her, she has to wake up everyday, wishing she didn't. When she met her soul mate, she thought "Finally, everything's going to be fine." But everything went downhill since their meeting. The bullying intensified, and accompanied with the pain of her mate's rejection, she tries to do something she has always been contemplating to do. Suicide. But she couldn't do it. After all she's been through, she just can't kill herself. So for the sake of her wolf, she ran. Now, Cassandra belongs in a powerful, formidable pack. She has finally found family, true friends, and a boyfriend who adores her. But life doesn't always go smoothly. She has to go back to her old pack who treated her like trash and help them, be the rope in a frustrating tug of war between two stubborn alphas WHILE doing her duties as a leader. Throw in a spoiled it-girl, a one-eyed rogue, enemies who just can't seem to die, and a psychotic woman, Cassandra's life isn't as ordinary as she thought. This is a story of a woman's road to happiness; and it's one HELL of a journey. Completed: 02/23/2016 Previously titled "Run Alpha, Run" Highest Rank: #2 Werewolf 05/29/2016

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.