Hey, I'm Audrey, your typical 17 year old with long, wavy, blonde hair and hazel eyes. Well at least that's what I want you to think. The truth is, I'm a werewolf. Not the creepy stereotype that humans made up with the long nails, arched back, and feeding off human flesh crap, but the kind that when you turn 18 you're suppose to find your 'mate.' A mate is that one person, well actually werewolf, that you're suppose to fall madly in love with at first glance and give up everything for. Yeah, I don't think so, I'm not interested in having a mate and I'm praying that I don't find mine anytime soon. Unfortunately, my birthday is tomorrow, but whats really suppose to happen? Is he suppose to show up, out of the blue, and into my life? Oh great. . . my mate.