"I'm about to admit your ass into a psych ward, wolf-boy"
Eva Mitchell was your typical eighteen year old girl, except for the fact that she lived with a drunken father who could down beers like no tomorrow. He was also the person responsible for the many bruises that littered her body. If that wasn't bad enough, she soon meets a certain deranged guy claiming to be a werewolf who's convinced she's his mate. Oh boy, just when Eva thought things couldn't get any worse, shit just got a lot more fucking complicated.