Layla Murni is a member of the Crimson Pack, a pack well known for its strength and extreme power, however, in a pack filled with dangerously strong wolves, there was Layla. Recently turned eighteen Layla is the weakest link in her pack, she has no strength, no fighting techniques, she couldn't even defend herself, and to make matters worse her mate is the big bad alpha Eanraig Romulus, a man who despises weakness Layla felt useless to her pack and decided to leave, better a rouge than an unwanted mate, her mind was made up until she is told something she just can't believe, Layla is told she is the strongest wolf alive, but how?
How do you leave a life you've known for so long to live a completely new one? Well, that's exactly what happened to me, Stephanie Vastia. Living with my mother for nineteen years was a breeze, she was my best friend and we had a perfect life together, however when things go too perfect in your life the universe decides to mess you up. Mom died of a strange illness no doctor knew about, on her death bed she made me swear I would live with my father, and you know how death bed wishes go, you need to fulfill them. But did I mention I've never met my father since I was born? After a year I say "what the heck?", and pack my bags to start a new life with my mysterious father, however, I'm starting to regret my decision because this place reads all kinds of red flags, what exactly was the reason why mom ran from dad?
When Fiction becomes Reality How did I end up like this? How did my basic, unfulfilled but bearable life end up like this? As I was being dragged by two enormous men I said a silent prayer, I didn't want to die, not like this, this was all a nightmare and I would wake up in my cozy New York apartment. I closed my eyes and opened them, I was still being dragged deeper into the woods. No, I'm going to die, I'm going to leave this earth before telling my one true love how I feel. We stopped walking all of a sudden, the two men spoke in a foreign language, I could have escaped at that moment but I was held in place firmly. This is it, my time of death arrived, I was breathing my last breath. "I have zero tolerance for stupidity", a deep and intimidating masculine voice echoed through the forest, "if it's a bloody rogue kill the damn thing". My heartbeat accelerated, I closed my eyes and waited for my oppressor to do his worst. An awkward silence passed, he wasn't doing anything, why? I opened my eyes and was immediately rendered speechless, standing before me was the most beautiful yet frightening man I have ever seen. Could he be an angel or a demon?