Robin is a 18 year old girl that usually visits her elderly grandmother deep inside the woods to bring her baked goods/gifts and keep her company. Her life isn't that great, her grandmother is the only person she can actually talk to. So every day she walks a mile through the dark woods, with moving shadows and scary noises wherever she doesn't look. And she will soon learn the one thing she prayed wouldn't happen: she realized that she is not alone when she walks through those woods. There is a shadow that follows her, it's intentions unknown. Wherever she goes, it closely follows. She doesn't know whether to feel safe or scared, but it doesn't want to to hurt her, but instead HAVE her. And things take a turn for the worse when Robin discovers her grandma is in a cult-like circle called R.E.D. But she isn't just in it, she was the founder. And as her grandma passes down the crown to Robin, she suddenly has to choose between family expectations and the thrill of having forbidden love.

Bolten grabbed my hand once more, but more firmly this time. "Vivian I know this is going really fast, but we're meant to be. You're my mate and we are going to spend the rest of our lives together. You're mine." "....YOUR CRAZY, I KNEW IT! YOUR KIDNAPPING ME, AND PROBABLY GOING TO RAPE ME TOO! STOP THIS CAR RIGHT NOW!" I shrieked at him. The car swerved, went off the road, and crashed into a tree. Bolten's face hit the stearing wheel and he hissed in pain. I was fine, other than the fact that I was terrified, shooken up, and being kidnapped... I quickly grabbed the door handle, and pushed the door open with all my strength. I stumbled out of the car, and ran through the forest, onto the road. Vivian Jones is an 18 year old girl who has had a rough life. Her mother died, her father ditched her, and even her boyfriend Matt is apart of making her life hell. Vivian's friend Sheila suggests breaking up with Matt because of his abusive ways. When Vivian tries to explain why she must break up with him, things go terribly wrong, and Vivian does the only thing she could do, flee to Colorado, and take Sheila with her. It doesn't take long before they both stand out, and catch the attention of two guys that seem to be strangely interested in them. "Mine" is a word Vivian constantly hears ever since she met Bolten, a hot, cocky, possessive guy that follows her like a lost puppy. One day, while trying to escape Bolten's constant smothering, she meets a cute guy who seems innocent. Too bad he wasn't. Bolten instantly rescues Vivian, but by kidnapping her?! It doesn't take long for Vivian to figure out that Bolten isn't what he seems, and neither is his friend, Marcus, who took Sheila. Both Bolten and Marcus share a shocking secret. And more and more shocking secrets are being uncovered each minute, each one darker than the other. And to what lengths will Bolten go to prove to Vivian that she is his, and only his to take?

"I decided that I'm going to keep you. There isn't going to be a single place you can run or hide, especially from me. You can never run from me because your MINE. I own you now, so when I say bend over, you better already be naked." He said smirking. Robin is a 18 year old girl that usually visits her elderly grandmother deep inside the woods to bring her baked goods and gifts and keep her company while she still can. Her life isn't that great, so her grandmother is the only person she can actually talk to and not get slapped. So every day she walks through the dark woods, with moving shadows and scary noises, but what she doesn't know is that she is not alone when she walks through the woods. Shadow on the other hand, is a perverted, dominant and possessive werewolf. He is cocky and sleeps around his pack. There isn't a single female werewolf Shadow hasn't slept, mated or not. But suddenly a new scent catches his nose, and he follows it, and finds a blonde haired girl with blue eyes walking through the woods, alone! It's like she WANTS to be raped! Suddenly curious and interested, Shadow is bent on making this strange yet attractive girl his. Not as his lover, not as his mate, but as his toy.