Alone. Thats all Ali ever was. After being kicked out of her pack she had nobody. Even her family despised her. Then she met her mate Trevor. She loved all of him from his gray eyes to this deep blue hair. Trevor never knew his parents and it didnt bother him. He spent all him time in the park with his paints. Then he met Ali and all he could draw paint or even think about was her. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SO PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO POLITELY COMMENT ON MY ERRORS. KEEP IN MIND THAT EVERY AUTHOR HAS THEIR OWN VERSION OF WEREWOLVES AND ENJOY MY STORY.