Motorcycles, booze, and burgers. 3 things any man in his right mind would fall in love with. That was the amazing thing about the human world, they had great ideas of not only how to shorten their lifespan; but to have fun doing it.

Everyone knew how Lycans were. Possessive, territorial, bloodthirsty. Then you have your normal werewolves, sweet, kind, loving. They always say opposites attract, but any wolf that had been Fated to a Lycan was never seen nor heard from again...

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Gunpowder and Oil, that's all I could smell for the past few weeks since moved here. No one else seemed to notice, but it bothered me. I felt I needed to search for whatever was the cause of this smell. Not like any of it mattered anymore, the only one I cared about was near me. My best friend, she was my world my soul mate. Of course...that I thought she was till I met Reaper.