I felt like a ticking time bomb. My heart rate rised and I exploded. Everything went black before my eyes. I walked towards him, while still holding the beer bottle. I slapped him in his face. The beer bottle had exploded into two pieces. One piece had fallen on the ground into a million pieces and the other was still in my hand. I stabbed him with it. I stabbed again. And again. Until I noticed what I had done.

(This is my first story ever on wattpad, just so you know.) Danielle finally ran away from her abusive dad to her bestfriends family, who just happens to be apart of one of the largers werewolf's pack's in the country. The minute she arraives at their house, she is immideately pinned up against the car by none other than her werewolf mate. But can Danielle learn to trust and love another possesive, dominant male after the pain she was caused by from her father?