His eyes bore right into mine with such intensity that I wanted to cower back, but I wasn't going to show him fear. This man, my mate, was a monster that fed off of fear, and because of that, I wasn't going to show it to him. "If you're asking me if I am as evil as you, then no I am not," I spoke through gritted teeth. Nathaniel's eyes flashed darker than I had ever seen them before. "You don't know a thing about me," he growled. "All I need to know is that for some reason your messed up brain thought it was okay to murder over half of my pack, including my sister and my pregnant mother. What did they do to deserve that?" I asked, hatred finally overpowering my fear. "If you think that is evil, you obviously haven't lived. There are evils out there stronger than your tiny little brain will ever be able to comprehend." He placed his hands on either side of my head and gradually leaned closer toward me as he spoke. Just as I thought his lips were going to meet mine, he pulled away and took a step back. "I thought you would have been exactly like your father, but I must have guessed wrong. You're weak and you're clueless. He at least new what side he was on." I watched him dumbfounded as he turned to walk away. What was he talking about? I gave him an answer. What more did he want? Melanie was expecting a normal eighteenth birthday party. One that she spent with her pack and no one else, but fate seemed to have other plans. To her horror the enemy pack crashes her party and starts killing everyone she holds dearest to her heart. When she notices a certain scent that could only mean one thing, she tries to run off. Her mate couldn't be an enemy! After all, her mate was the one that would eventually have to take over her pack...