Sarah Aspen was 18 when her tribe, the Amara Tribe, was attacked by Werewolves. Her tribe was right outside of Austin, Texas... Right where the West Mountain pack was located. Little did they know, the attack had been planned for years. Sarah is a Shifter, a leopard, and is Alpha strong. All of the shifters were. The two packs of Werewolves had come together and wiped out all of their kind, they hated Shifters with a passion. All but Sarah, who happened to slip away. After a few days of hiding in the wilderness, she headed for the city where she could find family members. She had no idea just how far the Wolves had gone. They took over cities, turned the strongest of the humans, and wiped out the weak human race. The cities are no longer used, they were just left for grass to engulf the worthless buildings. She makes the choice to hide. To turn Rouge. She runs, fights, and stays alive. Until one day she decides to return to the city, one of the most unsafe places there are. When she runs into a pair of Wolves, everything changes. (This story has been edited.)

UNEDITED. I wrote this in middle school and it's really bad! Read at your own risk!! ------ Skylar White is a fox shifter. She is kind, bubbly, and outgoing. After one tragic incident, she is left to roam the woods until she is captured by the Nightshade Pack. But one thing she was not looking forward to; the Alpha is her mate. Austin Summers is the Alpha of the Nightshade pack. He is surprised when he heard rumors of a fox the size of a wolf roaming the woods. But he doesn't believe it until he sees it himself... **Includes Cursing*** -completed- 1/1/2019 - #9 in Werewolf

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.