The Werewolf Prince

Meet 21 yr old, sassy, sarcastic, apha wolf Scarlette. Well, supposedly alpha, she's a loner. She has been running away with her godmother, Renae Whitne, since their pack had been slaughtered. Who are they running from? Scarlette doesn't know. Why are they running? Scarlette doesn't know that either, but she' okay with it, well sort of. Until Mr.I-Am-The-Prince-You-Must-Do-As-I-Say disrupt her life

Meet 23 yr old, funny, hot, loving Tryton. prince of werewolves. His parents want him to find a suitable mate, but being the boy he is, he chose a loner, knowing his parents would hate it. Which leads them saying that he's off the hook, 'JUST DON'T MARRY HER!' Well that's what he thinks.

'The common practice is that when someone introduces themselves you give them your name' The grey male told me. 'I don't give a rat's about 'common practices' alpha pup.' I retorted finding a good spot to lie down. 'Alpha pup! I am older than you!' 'How do you know that?' Tryton froze, as if I had caught him stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. 'I just do.' He told me uncomfortably. 'Why did you call me 'apha pup' when you are obviously one yourself?' 'You ask to many questions and I am obviously not some stuck up, arrogant, irresponsible, despicable-' 'Woah! Easy there girl, or you might run out of synonyms.' The wolf made a low chuckle sound...