*This is a sequel to Toy Soldiers* It didn't surprise me when I got caught by a third party while I was on the run. They tied me up and put a hood over my head; I lost my sense of direction somewhere along the way. When we reached our destination, it was very cold. They held me a hundred feet up above a sparkling blue ocean, covered in frost, and they asked me who I was. At first, I had nothing to say. And then I smiled, and I told them, "My name is Caitie Alastair, and I'm going to watch the world burn." They pushed me off the edge, and I fell through the frigid air, falling toward thin ice, thinking about a boy I once knew. And then the world went cold.

On my first day of high school, they tested our abilities-they wanted to see who would outlast the others, and who would be outlasted. For hours and hours, we gave it all we had. When they came back into the room to give us our scores, we were put into two groups: the ones to be trained as infiltrative spies, and the others to be trained as assassins. I was picked to be an assassin, and later, when the members of my group turned to face the man who would mentor us, I watched as a slow, wicked smirk spread across his face. He looked at us, and he said, "Game on." This man was Shawn Masterson, and this man was a murderer.

The Den is in mourning and itching for revenge. The word on street is Peter has a new friend and they are plotting. It looks like Chaos might be down for the count. But that doesn't mean their isn't havoc to create. It's been four months since the bombing of Shifters' Den. Shifters' Den has been on lock down. Absolutely, positively no humans are allowed to enter into the Den. There hasn't been a peep out of the Agents for the four months. No word has been released to the public if the infamous Chaos is actually dead, but no one has seen her either. Right now, everyone is holding their breath waiting for the other shoe to drop. And oh how that shoe falls hard.

The Agents. A secret society that kidnapps, tortures, and experiments on shifters. The Shifters. Trying to live life before the fey decided to tell the world about their existance. Trying to make a safer world for their children in the chaos. Chaos. Chaos? Well, no body actually knows who she is. What her motives are. Or how she came about. Everyone know just knows one thing, Chaos is dangerous and is itching for revenge against the Agents

Azelie Ryans is the definition of fearless. She will jump out of planes, hold spiders, lick any public toilet and will do any and every dare. She will do everything and everything that makes any other person feel the one emotion she no longer experiences - fear. Secrets cloud her past, making her hard to figure out, but Cole's certain that he can change that. Cole refuses to believe that Azelie isn't scared of anything, he's sure that there's at least one thing that everyones scared of. No matter how big, or small. And he's determined to find out what Azelie is scared of. Even if it means facing his own fear.

"You're afraid of a lot of things Roman, but what you're scared of the most .. is the truth. You're stupid. Scared. Cold. Insecure. You're a bitch and you're pathetic. You think you've got me figured out?" I laughed humorlessly, "I've got you figured out. You're an open book and it's pathetic," I dropped my smile and remained blank. "And that's why Roman, you don't mess with a person like me," I said with conviction, "Because I'm worse than bad." Tamryn Lee Taylor was no angel. This is her life. These are her troubles. These are her pains. These are her joys. This isn't your average teen romance. This is more. This is real. But here's the catch...can you handle it?

She's the school badass. He's the school player. Is this going to be another cliche story about a badass and a player falling in love? I think not!

More like PG-13 Erica's Pov. - As a total bad ass I play by my own rules. One of them happens to be to reject the normal people. Show off cheerleaders, over-confident jocks, and the wanna-be-z. I mean why would you want to be a copy of someone else? Especially a normal person? Embrace the creeps, the weirdos, the people who aren't afraid to be different. Emos, skaters, unaccepted jocks, goths, gays, lesbians, bi-s, and of course other bad asses. That's what I'm talking about! I challenge everything I don't agree with. No one has been able to contain me, I'm starting to think no one can... Josh's Pov. - I won't have anyone. They are not a challenge. Not my mate. If I found my mate she would reject me, because why would she ever want an outcast/weirdo like me? I never thought for a moment that she would accept me. Until I saw her walk into the cafeteria...