Being a doctor and saving someone's damn life is one of the greatest things you could do, right? RIGHT? That's what I thought. Hell, that's what my parents used to think. Of course that was until I was put in prison. Full of werewolves. And me being Lelena the 'mighty' human, I decide to aggravate them in every single twisted way possible. Even the alpha. Please may your prayers be with me. ~~~~~Just a little something out of the first chapter~~~~~ With chocolate round my mouth, I raced down the stairs from the cafeteria, like a stampede of unmated wolves to a bitch on her Niagara falls. Sacrifice to Satan. Period. Whatever you describe that monthly visit from mother nature. I guess I have been called childish many times, but being serious has never been one of my traits. I always tried to make the best out of everything knowing that sooner or later it will end or be taken away viciously, like a puppy from it's mother. Nearly reaching the bottom of the stairs, I tripped one of the doctors up and they just rolled their eyes at me, used to this. Sticking my tongue at him, I jumped of the second to last step, casually walking off. Yes I am 22, and I still stick my tongue out. What are you going to do about it?