The Runaway Mate Carly Faye isn't your average seventeen year old werewolf, she's anything but actually. Having lost everything that was important to her at a very young age, Carly has trouble fitting in with the rest of her pack and as a result of this she has always been an outcast. When she was fifteen Carly found out that the soon to be alpha, Mason, was her mate. She was beyond happy, thinking that for once she would actually be loved and treated fairly, but Carly was wrong. Mason does nothing but beat her and use her for his own pleasure. But what happens when Carly gets sick of it, of it all, what happens when Carly leaves her pack taking with her the most important and precious thing that there is. What happens when she ends up in the hands of a pack who love and cherish her, well only one thing of course, her past comes back to bite her in the butt and take back what's rightfully his.

(Ps. I tend to write long chapters) She goes by many names, some call her The Mother Of Death, some call her The Queen Of Hell. But her real name is unknown to the world only she knows her name. You can call her nightmare. This is a story of girl who fell in love with the spirit of winter. A girl who thought she didnt feel any emotions, that she doesn't need love or such, and lastly this is the story of how she fell in love.

It's been four years since Katie Wayne has been in Gotham. And she is still in love with the Joker and she will do anything to break him out of Arkham. Even if it means working along side the man who brings Gotham into complete chaos.

Katie is the daughter of Bruce Wayne and she knows her father is batman. Her mother died when she was young and her father has always been there for her. And since she's a journalist so she always knows what's going on in Gotham plus with her dad being Batman. She soon gets dragged into the whole mess. But as it turns out Katie and Joker knew each other before he's gone insane! ----- I stare at him as he came closer to me. "Do you want to know how I got these scars?" He asks touching them with his knife he pulled out seconds before. "Yes." I said my voice firm and unwavering. He slams me into the wall holding the knife against my neck. "I'm not afraid of you." I state. He lets go of me and laughs like the maniac he is. He points the knife at me. "That's what I love about you doll." He says grinning. __________