It was dark and ominous. The wall you pressed yourself upon was cool and dank. A rancid smell reached your nostrils, making you gag. It was the stench of death. Something horribly wet and sticky dribbled down your back, gliding along your spine. You startle, reaching a hand back and swiping up some on your fingers. You bring them close to your face, squinting to see. It was a dark, crimson liquid, viscous like syrupy honey. In horror, you realize it was blood. You spin around and back up, discovering more of the life blood splattered over the wall, conveying a message. Terrified but unable to help your curiosity, you peer closely, trying to translate. We're coming for you. Almost there. "We're here." PS, all the art (unless I say so) belongs to me. *The cover is not mine!*

Berlin Cahill has always been different. He was the smallest of the bunch from the beginning. When he did not shift at the age of 13, as all werewolves do, he was shunned from the social life of his pack. However, when he found his mate, everything changed. He was accepted once again, and his inherently shy nature slowly fell away. In a turn of events, the love of his life was killed in a rogue attack, causing his entire pack to be assimilated into a stronger one. But when Berlin finds that his second-chance mate is the Alpha of this new pack, will he be able to accept him? Or will he forever remain torn? ATTENTION: THIS STORY HAS BEEN REWRITTEN. PLEASE FIND IT ON MY PROFILE! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE SCENES AND THEMES.

A blood-sucking, unknowing manipulator obsessing over his love, Yuichiro. Their relationship is toxic, however their souls are so drawn to each other to where they can never get away.