A seemingly ordinary girl grew up in the foster system. Her parents were killed by a creature that seemed to be a wolf? But it was too big to be a regular wolf. It was a Night-Walker. The living urban legend of Bitterroot, Montana. The reason she lived though, was because there were two Night-Walkers that tragic evening. One saved her. He saved her because they were fated mates, and he knew it. **this is my own original story! If you don't like it please read something else!** **I do not own the cover, or any other covers on my stories I get them all from an app called "Book Covers" **