My Neighbor's a Werewolf

For all of Dylan’s life, she’s been obsessed with anything paranormal. As a teenager, she was convinced that any day someone will come and collect her from her miserable life like in Harry Potter, or a fairy Godmother will come and grant her wishes. She feels like she isn’t all human, just like she knows she’s adopted. How else would you explain a black head in a family of blonds?
But when her imagination turns into reality, will she be able to unravel her past quick enough to save the future or will she die in vain like some of the hero’s in her book? Especially when her dreams are warning her that not everything is what it seems in her once simple life, especially when it concerns her nocturnal neighbor.

{|WARNING! THIS STORY ISN'T YOUR TYPICAL FLUFFY WEREWOLF "YOU'RE MY MATE!" STORIES! THE MAIN CHARACTER ISN'T JUST ONE-SIDED! THIS STORY MIGHT MAKE YOU THINK DIFFERENTLY OF WEREWOLVES AND OTHER FANTASY CREATURES IN GENERAL. Just felt like getting that out there (:}