Civilization as we knew it had changed. How could we adapt? Why should we? I didnt ask for this. Revolution. War. Packs. Mates. Werewolves. This couldn't be my new reality. I couldn't let it be. I would get away from this. I wouldn't let them change me. Not even him. No matter what I felt, or what they did to me... I would get away. I had to.