In this world there a different types of werewolves in existence. But, the most ancient and powerful ones are the elemental werewolves. Flame Wolves, Wind Wolves, Earth Wolves, and Water Wolves. Their are many variations of each wolf branch but, the rarest of them all comes once every millennia...the Frost Wolf. There is a saying that eyes are seen as the windows to the soul, but, that's only half of the story, for me at least. Preview of chpt. 1-- I continue down the ice ridden street past the pine forest, the cold caressing my cheek. With a random shuffle of K pop and alternative blasting, I walk through the doors of Caloste High as the late bell rings watching the last minute stragglers rush to their classrooms. I make my way to my locker "At least I made it before the end of first period this time." I make my way down the hall about to turn the corner when I see that last person I wanted to see. He grabs my arm and slams me against the wall. This buttmunche's name is Jared and he has decided to make it his mission to my life gradually harder, "I usually let him slide but, this time he pissed me off on the wrong day" I think as my eyes start to glow..

(BOOK 2 in the Mate Series) After a peaceful year in the institute, Pippor Monty returns to Crescent Town, unaware of the rumours between locals that he was stolen by wolves. One year on, the merciless Alpha now might consider your mercy. With his mate by his side, Krey Graymer was capable of being not only a great leader, but a fair one. One year of peace was one year too many, especially with the Bedlam Alpha still missing, and the threat of a Packhouse invasion at any given moment.

(BOOK 1 - Mate Series) A merciless Alpha, notorious for hunting the mates of his enemies, uses loneliness to his advantage until his mate arrives, starting England's biggest wolf hunt. Krey Graymer is heartless and feared by many. As the new Alpha of the most powerful pack in the country, Krey rules the only way he knows how; on anger, grief, and dominance. Krey has used his lonely soul as a weapon for many years. Nobody could kill him, and nobody could target his mate because he didn't have one, until little Pippor Monty stumbles into his life.