Today was your birthday and you were very excited. You were turning 18 and that meant you were now officially legal and you were going to have your first turn, and maybe, just maybe even find your mate. You were on edge as you waited for the night. Waiting for the moon to make its appearance. Finally, the time came and you were already outside with your family. "It's going to hurt" your mom warned. Her face was full of concern and pride. "I know" You responded. "Don't fight it" "Don't fight it" You say at the same time as your mother. "Mom, I know" You let out a chuckle. And then you feel it. The tingling of hair on your body, the ache of your teeth, and the compressing feeling of wanting to take your skin off as it felt like your bones were expanding too much and no longer fit inside. You screamed and turned on the ground as you transformed. Now in your wolf form standing at 6 feet, you're a breathtaking sight. White silky fur and yellow eyes. You look at your mother and she has a proud face on. "Run" She mutters and that's the only thing you need to hear before you sprint into the forest. Feeling the air on your face and the soil beneath your feet, you feel alive. You run until you get to the deepest part of the forest where you come to a stop. Sensing someone you quickly turn and see two red eyes looking at you. You immediately recognize the pair to belong to your alpha and you bow your head as he approaches. "Mate." He growls as he stops in front of you. (It's my bday!!🕺 06.24)

Between being despised by your mother and losing your father 5 months ago, life hasn't been peachy. That's why when you went to a party 3 months ago to unwind, you didn't question or hesitate when they told you to pop a pill in your mouth. That was the best decision you ever took because your problems instantly disappeared. Poof. You danced that night without a single thought in your mind. You were happy. But when the feeling settled and everything came crashing down a couple of hours later, you went back to the club again that night. And then again, and again, and again, and again. Over time, you didn't even have to go to the club, you could just call or text. Now, late at night in your small living room, you look at the syringe in your hand, and your mother's words hit you hard. "You should've died that day." Those were the exact words she muttered minutes ago over the phone before you hung up. You insert the needle into your skin and the substance flows in your veins, providing you with warmth and a cozy feeling inside. You lean back on the couch, feeling like you're floating. At that moment, everything is fine. Someone shakes you. "What did you do?" Their voice is a distant echo. Its Ethan. "I just wanna be happy, E" A tear slips through your eye. "I don't wanna live anymore."

Tyler Scotts. The boy who made you feel butterflies in your stomach. Made your knees weak and your heart rush. He was your ray of sunshine on a cold day. Your rainbow after a downpour. Your better half. Jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, which somehow made you feel like you were being pulled to the deepest part of the ocean. A lopsided smile that always got your knees weak. Tattoos and piercings. You guys have been friends since you were 10, and he 12. And on your 16th birthday, when he asked what you wanted, you told him a kiss from your crush, Tyler. That's when you started dating. Everything was fine until 3 years later when Tyler's house burnt down with his parents inside. Somehow, everyone blamed him. He came into your room through the window one night and told you he had to leave. Gave you his pendant, a kiss, looked right into your eyes, gave you that lopsided smile one last time, and left through the window again. For a moment, you could've sworn you saw a flicker of red in his eyes. Now, 4 years later, in a new city, you still have his pendant. What happens when you get a blast from the past. Tyler. Standing outside of your door and asking for your help. Him:6'6, blue eyes, 25, werewolf. You: 23.

Raven Stone. A name muttered with shaky breaths and quick glances. Leader of the Gata gang, the most feared in the country. Standing at 6'6, Raven was a force to be wreckoned with. About him: 26 years 6'6 tall Tattoos on his neck and arms. Smokey grey eyes that are forever sharp and observing. About you: 25. Choose anything else. Raven was always set aside since his childhood. His parents favoured their second born, Derek. Feeling like a shadow in his own home and being blamed by his brother when everything went wrong, Raven grew to hate his family. The people that were meant to protect him were never there, so he went and created his own place. Somewhere he could be in control. He ran away from home at 16, surviving by partaking in street fights where he soon became known. He then created his own group at 18 with few fighters, now, there are more than hundred people under him. He was from securing a shipment, and decided to go rewind in a bar. Unknown to him, this night would change his life.