Who knew werewolves actually existed? I didn't. Not until I met Connor Black anyway, the man who was fated to be mates with a human. Our meeting was completely random, and bare with me if you want to know how we met
"Amber Jane McGregor! Get down here, NOW!" My mother is shouting up, clearly upset about the phonemail undoubtedly from my teacher, saying how I, once again, had skipped school. No one understood that I was being bullied, and I had severe depression from it. They all saw it, they just chose to ignore it.
I sigh and get my ass out of bed. I grab my oversized hoodie, pull it over my head and walk down the stairs. I hide the scars on my arms, not wanting my mom to see them. I've been cutting for about a year now, but I'm good at hiding it. I walk into the kitchen, seeing my fu
