(NOT EDITED, SO. .. XD)Silver hair. That's all can remember. I still can't tell if those visions were dreams or very surreal reality. Well, now that I think about it, I remember muscular arms, wrapping around me to a bare chest. Those arms were warm. . .warm and icy cold at the same time. When female werewolf Becca has a run in with the one destined to be her mate at the beach, she can't help but feel something is off. He's definitely not human, but not werewolf either. All she knows is he smells delicious. But. . .she panics. And runs. But at her school. . .she meets him again?! And unfortunately for her she can't seem to leave him alone. Or maybe it's be other way around.