[TRIGGER WARNING: story contains abuse, rape, self harm, and mentions of suicide] Teenage werewolf Elaina Wilson has been tortured for the majority of her life, by people she once trusted and loved. Her pack, her father and Alpha, everyone. Scars cover her body, as well as her emotions and memory. Her heart, as torn and cracked as it is, has abandoned all hope of love, but still manages to fill her body with complete sadness. She can't look anyone in the eye, or make physical contact without flinching. But she doesn't need any comfort, she's abandoned any prospect of someone loving her again, she doesn't want anyone to love her. She wants an escape, a safe haven to run to. She doesn't want any friends, and is terrified of the idea of having a mate, because she feels that they would only hurt her. She simply wants to be left alone, because all she's ever known is pain. Her memories of abuse traumatize her, and her happy memories taunt her. She doesn't want to even try making new, happier memories. She considers happiness a lost cause for her. Will she change her mind when she meets the handsome alpha of a neighboring pack, Xavier, and discovers he's her mate? Or will her fright and depression completely consume her? *********************** All Rights Reserved, no stealing please. Anyone interested in making a cover or fan art can send it to me through DM :) Thanks for reading!

Sequel to *Her Wolf Alpha* Began 9/27/2016 Highest ranking: #2 in twists *COMPLETED* Katlyn and Clayton's son is growing up. Kaden Ravenwolf must find himself in his pack. The alpha title will soon be given to him and he must fight the aggressiveness buried in him. Will he find a mate? And if so, will she be able to put up with him? *** I scrambled away from him and pulled myself to my feet ignoring the pain. I looked into his cold eyes. "I hate you." I spat wiping the tears from my eyes. His chest heaved up and down and soon I was pinned against the wall. I tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge. "I could reject you." I growled and he dug his fingers in my skin. "I could kill you." He snarled and pushed me harder into the wall. "Then do it." I spat. *** © Mykayla Wideman 2017