I think you know the gist of how this is going to go: Aliens invade Earth (kinda). FYI they call themselves Zenith(s), just letting you know. Pronounced 'Zee-neth'. Zee like bee. Neth like meth- They created a virus WE call the Zenith virus (hence because those bloody aliens infected us with a zombie-like-virus and ya'know, they are Zenith's? You know what? Screw it. I'm calling it the zombie virus.) So, you know where I'm in all this mess? Well. I'm kinda like a cyborg. Ok, well, I am actually a robot, but I prefer cyborg. And I have to save the human race because some dumb-ass scientist decided that the cure should be in my blood. Bro, NOT cool. (I still don't know how to utilise it, you piece of shi-) Anyway, basically my entire existence is supposed to save the human race from the virus. Oh, don't worry about the Zeniths, they f*cked off (most of them) after they infected, like, 50% of the population. *Ahem* Anyway, humans sort-of-knew this was going to happen, so they created me, and uh, here we are. So, lets start the story, shall we?

This random inspiration to jot down my poetic quotes/thoughts suddenly hit me lol. Y'all can criticise if you wish, I don't mind :p Enjoy!

These are random stories/ideas that I thought up, although most of then are gay fluff, smut angst etc, but some are other topics. Please do not steal my ideas or short stories, they may be written into actual stories and it would be a shame to block more people.

She is a goddess, a warrior, Worth more than her weight in gold, She is a guardian, a nurturer, With a spirit young and a soul of old, And is wise beyond her years, She has a heart as big as oceans, And will always face her fears. When a werewolf is born, their wolf lays dormant in them until the age of 16; the age of shifting. At this time, they might find their other half. Eira is a different wolf. And it made her an outcast. Werewolves are social creatures, and need a pack to survive otherwise they will go rogue. Eira isn't a social wolf and does not crave the social life her other kind needs. Tossed away by her pack, she sought refuge in the wild; real wolves, ones that don't shift. A new pack that accepts her not by dominate each other, but is a true family. Freedom is something that Eira cherishes, but what if her other half decides to chain her? She won't be having any of that. A/N: Hey guys! This is my first werewolf book., so please don't judge too harshly :) Have a good day now! Also, any mean/harsh/inappropriate or toxic language to the Author or anyone else, will have their comment deleted.