Scarlett is not your average teenager.
No, Scarlett is the last of her family.
But not the last of her pack; thankfully.
Scarlett is an Alpha; actually no, she's the Alpha.
A title passed down to her from her Grandfather, it certainly wasn't the present she was expecting for her 13th birthday, then again he didn't exactly give it up willingly either; he was killed by hunters; to be more specific the Argents.
After getting sick and tired of being hunted for two god damned years Scarlett moved her pack to the one place her mother spoke fondly of; Beacon Hills.
Only now she's not the only Alpha in town with a pack to protect.
Nor is she an only child.
Scarlett has always attracted trouble, but she never thought she'd find this much trouble in one place, which wasn't really what she expected to see, after all she only arrived halfway through what seemed like a crisis, it seems like everything's already gone to hell, Scarlett has never been one to stay and fight for those who weren't her own, but she won’t stand by and watch the people she's come to love (and well hate obviously) die.
Scarlett's a ball of fun and fire, two things that don’t really mix well in a werewolf.
But she's not just a werewolf; she's the Alpha.