He pushed me up against the wall and looked into my eyes. I knew he felt the same spark as I did, I'm his mate. And he was trouble. "Mine" he growled. And the next thing I knew, everything went black.

Abigail Lockwood, a spitfire, a powerhouse, a compassionate person was always known for her particularly short fuse. She had her moments of rage from time to time - some worse than others. She was always one to look out for her friends and was not a fan of anyone that crossed them. Klaus Mikaelson was just that. He crossed all of her friends, Elena, Damon, Caroline, the list went on for what seemed like eternity. He was a magnificent, old soul, with a passion known like no other, but it was rare that any got to see past his brick wall exterior. But Abigail Lockwood did just that. With betrayal lurking on the horizon, she will have to choose between love and companions. Her pack or her enemy. Will she be able to take the heat or crumple under the pressure?