I've experienced one of the most horrific tragedies a 17 year old girl possibly can. I stayed strong, but there's only so much a girl can take before she cracks.

I was ripped away from everything familiar and abused by the one I was told to trust, honestly I was probably better off dead- it seemed there was no way out.

It was all nearly over, until I was saved. He was an unlikely saviour, something you'd expect to be the subject of nightmare- a werewolf.

He found me. The question was though, could he save me from my torment or am I destined to hurt forever?