❝I think he is attracted to her. Look at this beauty. Which man wouldn't want to keep her for himself? After all, ruling alone for such a long time he must be in search of a queen.❞ He's said to be the first creation of the moon goddess. The lone wolf, Arles. The king of all wolves. An immortal. A god. They say he ruled ruthlessly. He had the power to change the inescapable destiny of man itself. She was a mortal. A troublemaker. She didn't know what she was getting into when she crossed him. ... the end chapters are available on Inkitt for free. the link is in my bio. I don't own the picture used in the cover.

« You think you're being smart challenging me like this. » « No, but if you think I'm afraid of you, you're wrong. » « I won't be. » . . . Akara isn't a great student. The school he goes to is prestigious and hosts to a very different sort of student than Akara. It's why after years of skipping school and being generally absent during classes it shouldn't be a huge surprise that they send the school prefect, Jacob, out to babysit him. Much to their displeasure. When his friend Amir pisses off the rich school bully Atlas by stealing his phone and making him chase him all the way to the skate park tensions naturally rise between the boys and it doesn't exactly help when Akara tries to return the phone but ends up running away with it as well. Caught between pissing off a bully and the school prefect Akara's going to have a lot on his plate this year.

Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"