Britney Miller was just a normal werewolf looking for a mate on her 18th birthday. What made her different? She was a royal, few left of her kind. the rogues liked to tear apart the royals, they were power-hungry and ruthless monsters. When she finds out her mate is a cocky Alpha from her rival pack she's in a deep mess. Neither of them are willing to admit their feelings for each other. Will it be too late? With rogues lurking around, Britney has some things about her she didn't even know about herself. Will they ever have a happy ending? Or will fate screw them over once again?

I can tell you this: If you call me crazy, I will kill you. If you call me insane, I will cut off your head and bury it. However, if you tell me that I'm in love with the joker while telling me those two other things? I might just tell you that I love you too. (A story, where the Joker finally meets his match)