Jungleeyes10
My name's Aster, like the six foot tall monster flower that no one would look twice at. I'm the opposite of that though. I may be 19, but I'm still stuck at 5 feet, exact with long hair, so pale that it looks white, but I'm not as average as the flower. I'm a werewolf. I lived in the Tall Oak pack. It was a small pack, so it was easily overrun by the rogues. When it happened, I ran, instead of staying and protecting the pack. I ran for a month without stopping. When I did stop, it wasn't exactly my choice. It was his, my mate's, and I think he's going to be my death. THIS IS A SERIES THE SECOND BOOK IS IN PROCESS it's is called behind Silver bars.