You know those typical werewolf stories, about the shy girl meeting the ruthless monster alpha, finding out their mates, mending broken hearts, fighting rogues???.....we'll I got a story, it might sound like that but the difference is this story is mine, I'm not shy, nor submissive, so don't think I won't fight, but you see fate often deals you something that you never expect, and it's always in the form of your mate. Im a rogue, meeting the man they call alpha of alpha's, because I want into his pack, their is no one more deadly or evil, their isn't a. Pack that would dare cross him, they share whispers among werewolves, that he hasn't found his mate yet, his name, Vinicius synth, and it just so happens he may find his mate soon.
My memories always haunt me. And they never cease. They come back when I hear a simple howl at night. I wish they would just disapear, like how I made all my fear. But I know it's impossible. Fear is always easier to get rid of, of course, when you have nothing else to live for. I remember the night. The night my family was brutally murdered. The night I became a rogue. I remember all the screaming of my friends. None of us knew they would attack us that night. The night of our festival of the moon. I always wondered how I was the one to survive, the runt of the pack.
. . Willow is a rouge after the tragic event of a rouge attack on her village three years ago. She now lives alone in the forest. But when she's discovered by an alpha and his beta, she has no choice but to try and run away again. But how is that possible when the alpha is her mate.