"What are you doing here?" he questioned, his voice a husky of depth. "This is reserved land, tourists aren't allowed here." "W-who are you?" He wasn't the uniform that the Rangers wore, so I knew he wasn't a part of them. He was a random man. If I wasn't supposed to be out here, then he wasn't either. He had to be at least a half a foot taller than me. His hair was tousled over his head, in an unmistakable windblown quiff. In the dense lighting of the woods, his eyes were piercing as he looked me over. The confident stance and his muscular body left me feeling overwhelmed. He could be a mass murdered and easily able to overpower me. I didn't know. Just being around left me feeling slightly terrified. He radiated authority and power. "There are wolves running in these woods, períergi. It's not fairytale. It's real." "Of course wolves aren't fairytale," I retorted. "They're a protected species by the feds. If you'll point me in the right direction, I'll be going back to the park grounds." I looked around trying to find the best route of escape. Every angle I turned revealed gleaming gold eyes in the shadows of the woods. It appeared as if a whole pack of wolves had surrounded us. A small whimper escaped my throat as I looked back to him. His eyes darkened slightly as he stared into the distance at the wolves. He stepped forward immediately once again invading my personal space. His nostrils flared briefly before his arms wrapped around me tightly, pulling me into his chest. His head lowered slightly and I felt his chin rest on my head. "Den tha mas vlápsei. Wolves are social creatures by nature," he said. "You'll get used to being around them. Eláte se mas." Shock nor horror could describe how I felt. Wolves moved from the shadows into the light. Their muscular lean bodies moved with a lethal grace. They continued coming forward until we were both surrounded. Close enough to us that I felt the breath of two wolves brushing against me.

Penelope Hastings is sarcastic, quirky, and a pain in the ass. She's an anomaly among wolves - a werewolf born without a wolf to werewolf parents. Her life wouldn't have been complicated if she wasn't mated to Ryder Black. Ryder Black is possessive, powerful, and obsessed with Penelope Hastings. He's the next Alpha to be. He spends half his time learning how to lead a pack and the other half dealing with his stubborn other half. ... "I met my mate in utero. He basically pointed his pudgy play dough covered fingers at my mothers belly and screamed 'MINE'."

I inched my way to the boulder and then stopped when I was a metre or two away from it. While I was unsure, the thing opened its eyes. They were bright eyes that were the colour of an untamed fire. The irises were deep ochre with an orange-coloured tint in them. They smothered me and left me breathless. My eyes travelled down and then I realized what I was seeing. ********************************** Rebecca Waters was a vet in a small town. When she saved an injured wolf one night, following her vet instincts, things began getting weird. She felt she was being followed and attacked by two men, only to be saved by a strangely familiar beast. Rebecca's simple life is no longer easy, and she is thrown into a world that is new for her. Then the big question arose - who is she?

She never did find her destined mate, and had come to the soul shattering conclusion that Fate had decided that she would be subjected to what she referred to as her Destiny. Regina Corbin, the Thousand Year Wolf, had seen many packs rise and fall, and many wars come and go from her honored position on the Elder Council. It had been part of her duty for hundreds of years to conduct the formal ceremonies to instate new Alphas and to christen newly established packs, always the same bland routine for the books without much incident.. until now.