❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

Mate. One little word. One big concept. A belief that someone, somewhere, is holding the key to your heart. They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer, but who's to say they're not the same. Killers, notes, blood, and mystery. Love, lies, and bad history. Hunter Rivered is the most powerful werewolf in charge of the strongest pack. Hunter never thought much of having a mate, he'd much rather be destroying other packs, killing other wolves, and training. Rosalyn Edwards on the other hand has always imagined her life with a mate. She was just a regular wolf in the Silver Heart Pack, who is as sweet as the name of her pack. All she wanted was to finish high school then travel the world- I know, very un-wolfish. What happens when the horrid Hunter Rivered decided to make a claim on Rose's Pack territory? Rose was never good at fighting. She could barely squash a spider, so how far would she go to protect her family? Or herself. Hunter is possessive, protective, and strict. Rose is kind, stubborn, and good-hearted. You know what they say, opposites attract, and mates are forever. Read to find what happens when these two opposites find themselves connected in more than one way. --------------------------------- Cover by @lisannemeijs Copyright © 2014- xX_jada_Xx . All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, modified, adapted, or distributed in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.