Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* Highest rankings: #6 in Werewolf #1 in Wolves #3 in Featured He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*

"Why can't you just love me? like i love you?They're giving me so much importance while I'm giving my full attention to you?" I said silently while looking at the guy I admire from afar... He is my first and my everything... he is my first friend, my first crush,my first love and my first heartbroken. We are best friends since birth, he is my shining armor every time I get in trouble. He never leave my side and support me for everything that I want. Everything seems so perfect.. Until she came....