Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy written by William Shakespeare about two young star-crossed lovers whose deaths ultimately reconcile their feuding families.

Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy written by William Shakespeare early in his career about two young star-crossed lovers whose deaths ultimately reconcile their feuding families. It was among Shakespeare's most popular plays during his lifetime and along with Hamlet, is one of his most frequently performed plays. Today, the title characters are regarded as archetypal young lovers. Cover done by @zuko_42

'What's your name, Beautiful?' I asked her while I traced my hand down her cheek. 'N-Nova,' she stammered while staring at her shoes in fear. "Mine!" my wolf growled and pulled her against our body. Her cheeks turned red and I felt tingled spread in my body. Startled, she looked up. Her eyes projected some kind of sincerity that cut through mine. I put my face in her neck and took in her scent, in hopes of regaining control of my wolf. No success. "Mine!" ************ This story is originally in Dutch (His Human Mate | Nederlandse Versie). Translated by: @MysticBeginnings ©the-Duowriters // ©LerissaB Cover made by: @AndreaDarna WARNING: I WROTE THIS BOOK WHEN I JUST STARTED ON WATTPAD AND IT NEEDS LIKE ONE BIG MAJOR EDIT BUT IM TOO LAZY.. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED

I was a Rogue. I was an Outsider. I was running from my mistake, and my thoughts haunted me, the words oozed and they hurt, but I could handle it. What I couldn't handle was the thoughts that reminded me of what I did, the thoughts that picked at my heart. "How could you do this Ashlyn? How could you do this to your own pack?",my thoughts stretched past the horizon, never ending. But I knew, I couldn't go back, not after all they've done to me. But I still felt like I was betraying them by running away, going rogue. I couldn't turn to anyone, not even my mate. Who I have found, but in the arms of another. In the arms of my closest friend... I have no idea how I let things get this bad, I blame myself. I just have to keep running. Despite my heart pulling me to go back to my home, I couldn't torture myself like that. I just have to keep running..