A throat cleared and a voice spoke, smooth like honey. It gave me goosebumps and sent a chill down my spine. "Excuse me my dear, are you alright?" It was then that I acknowledged that whoever was behind me smelt absolutely incredible, like strawberries, pine and a hint of bourbon. Turning my head, I saw someone who I would never had imagined as a mate to anyone, let alone me. Prince Maxon? Are you kidding me? *** What if everything went as planned and America was selected but with one difference. One secret. She was a werewolf. *** Kiera Cass owns the Selection. *** I'm going to try to update weekly. :)