Book 1 in the Deviant Creatures Series In the slums of New York City an underground prison sat. The City that Never Sleeps wasn't all it seemed, ruled by the society of the supernatural, the gang wars were pack wars, the drug dealers were carriers for money hungry beasts. But in the midst of all the chaos sat the prison. Everest Peak Penitentiary was renowned for being the most dangerous werewolf prison in the States, all of the traitors, tyrants, and hellions went there. The worst of the worst. Only the strongest survived. You had to fight your way to the top, past the plotting twats and bloodthirsty savages. Right up to the top, to the throne. It was known for that she-wolves never go to Everest. Save for the exception of Olympe Tryker. For years she had been the talk of the supernatural, her crimes horrid, her temper even worse. At the young age of fifteen she had been incarcerated into Everest. And she, like everyone else there, learned the hard way. It was kill or be killed. •Warning - Mature Themes• •cover by Deviation-•

Do I have to say good bey... You are one of those people that I want in my life... I still love you and I know you do too. Give me another chance give us a chance. Take my hand and you don't have to walk this road a lone. I will be there for you for always, through better or worse I will stand by your side... If this isn't love what is it called then? I want us to be happy and if it is then not to be together I will understand... If moving on is what you chose I will respect that but please tell me how you truly feel... Don't think the truth is going to hurt me because then it isn't the truth... Tonight here on my bed all I can think of is hour hands in mine, your lips close to mine and you look me in the eye and telk me that you love me... Baby if I lose you now I won't come after you again I won't be running like I've. I will whatch you go and wish you all the happiness you desever, I will cry that's for sure but maybe not because of you walking away but because you were my first love, my first kiss, my first kind of happiness. I don't want to say good bey... So tell me what you feel... What I feel in my heart is that I think we are ment to be, that no love is stronger than the love between us. I love you♡

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