Malia Pierce at the age of nineteen was alone, constantly moving in fear she would be hunted down and found by her tormentors. She is the Alpha's daughter of the Phobos pack, where father, and his whole pack despised her just for her existence. He became a ruthless man, turning to drugs and alcohol. He started to abuse her at the age of 5, the young child not able to comprehend what was happening and why. His pack was falling apart and was running out of money. So, her father sold her to a pack of sadistic men when she was 15. She has been never shown love or compassion, afraid to trust. Orion Black is the 21 year old Alpha of the Mountain Ridge pack .He was taught from little up to treat ladies with respect and decency. His name was given to him after the Greek hunter, Orion, because he would be known for his strength and his ability to lead and keep his pack safe. He has been looking for his mate since he was 16, the time of his first shift, but she has never showed. WARNING! MAY BE SPELLING AND GRAMMATICAL ERRORS BEFORE I EDIT THIS BOOK! I DO NOT MIND IF YOU POINT THEM OUT. NOT ONE OF THOSE TYPICAL 'I MEET MY MATE AND I LOVE HIM INSTANTLY' BOOKS. (MORE OF A SLOW BURN) Highest ranks #1 Featured #1 in wolves #1 in fictional #1 in rouges #1 in werewolves

Moira ~ A person's destiny ************************************ I was holding the photo tightly in my grasp when I felt a presence behind me. Ace came closer to me and reached around me causing his chest to press into my back. Before I could control myself, a breathless gasp escaped me from feeling the sparks from the places we were touching. Ace didn't say anything, instead, he took the photo from my hand and backed away. I turned around to see Ace walking back to the couch he was just sitting on. I leaned back against the bookshelf as Ace sat down. Looking at Ace, I needed to know. I needed to know why he had a photo of me from before. Why would he have one when he was the one who rejected me? He hated me and yet he kept a photo of me for years. I felt a feeling of loss like I had never felt before. I was confused and hurt. Why did he have that photo? I had so many questions for him. I whispered, not wanting to break the silence but needing an answer, "Why?" One word, three letters, a beginning of a question. Not enough meaning behind it but he knew what I meant. Even if I didn't know what I wanted it to mean. Because in my head, a thousand questions I needed him to answer. Why did he reject me? Why take a picture of me? Why keep that picture of me for years? Why did he choose Brittney? Why didn't he love me? Why was I not good enough? But instead of asking all these questions, I chose to ask one word with only three letters. Because that one word held all my questions in it. It held the pain that I felt. It held the rejection, the hope, and the anger. Ace looked at the picture, "I needed you." ************************************