Think of your worst week ever, then double it...times it by ten and add 100. That about sums up my week. Ok before I start to tell you my story I need to explain a few things. 1. I am a werewolf - I am a human that turns into a giant hairy wolf. No I do not eat people, yes I can shift when I want and no our clothes don't magically stay on our body when we shift, I mean yes, I am a supernatural being but come on..give me a brake. 2. I have 3 very over protective brothers - Conner- alpha of our pack . 21 he has light brown hair 6'3, he has a mate called Olivia-19 Tyler- 19 he has light brown hair 6'1 has a mate called Jasmine/ jaz-19. Lucas- 17 he has light brown hair 6'2 he has a mate called Rosie-17 They are extremely over protective. But I love them all. 3. I have 5 mates.

Ray's messed up. In all ways possible. But she has a reason to be, right? No place to go. No shoulder to cry on. No family. No pack. Nothing. But she's mainly the cause of those problems. She's the one who did it. The one who..killed them all. Yeah, I know, crazy, right? It's true. She killed them all off. With her own hands. Well, I should say paws and razor sharp teeth. The animal side got the best of her. The next thing she knew, they were dead before her eyes. She figures if she turns to drugs and drinking, it'll make her feel okay. She goes to far, one day, Ray gets too careless. She crosses the boundary. The forbidden one, meaning, 'Don't come near this place unless you want to die' And right before she's about to get killed off, something happens. Something beyond weird. She sees him. The ruthless Alpha of them all, or King of The Douches, as she prefers to call him. And somehow, they connect at first sight. No, it wasn't love, but it surely isn't hate like they wish it would be. Let's just say, fate bit them in the ass.