I, Layla Heliotrope, never saw my life ending up where it did. Never imagined that this would be the path I walked. From a young age, I always knew that somehow I was different than the other kids around me. Knew that I was meant to be more than I was. My parents called it teenage angst. Most humans felt that way, didn’t they? Special in ways that no other person could describe. I guess being human and having that feeling was normal. I also guess that’s why my parents never felt that way. Because they weren’t human. Not that I had known. Not that I wanted to know now. And I was special, special in ways that were extremely dangerous to my werewolf parents. Not human. Not wolf. Just a threat to everything they had built. So, when my life was thrust into danger and my parents could no longer keep me safe, I found comfort in the most unlikely of places. In the arms of a Beta. Or an Alpha. Whatever the title was, it was new and foreign to me. The feelings were as well. Both were thrilling and exciting. Until they weren’t and the only thing that kept me around was his piercing eyes… And his thirst for seeking revenge on the people who had wronged me.