Stranded

This was gods sin on him. He wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't supposed to be on the plane. He had stolen the ticket, and bluffed his way on. Sneaky and stealthy, avoiding all eyes but one pair. It was a shame they belonged to god. It was a stupid plan anyway. Leave to LA just to make a statement and prove his point. And look where that had landed him. Severely injured in a plane crash, on an island that had no sign of human life, with no other survivors. At least he thought there were no others, until a small, dirt caked hand covered in cuts poked its way through the wreck. "Help" A frail voice croaked. ___________________________ This is my first non-fantasy/werewolf book so tell me what you think. A big thanks to Claudia_mills who designed the cover! Stay Devilish ;)