Half A Heart Without You

Prologue

Zoella's pov.)

War, a terrible war between packs. There are disputes on who'll fight against the vampires for the alpha of the blood moon pack or the overall king of werewolves. His name was Desmond Styles. He was a great leader. He died 12 years later of his mate Anne's death. Oh did he love her. They left their 18 year old son Harry to rule. Let's rewind to when Harry and I were six.
When we were six he was my best friend. He was always there for me. He protected me. He was truly the best.
Then a month later he abandoned me like everyone else. I was broken. A little girl age of six abandoned by not only her own kind, her parents, or her sibling Louis, but by the one she depended upon in these lonely situation, by her best friend by the one she trusted the most.
Now here I am 12 years later, age 18. I haven't associated with any other werewolf in 12 years. I forgot my human half. I forgot what my voice sounded like. I forgot what it was like to have a conversation. What it was like to feel loved. How it felt to have a friend.
I figured after Harry gave me the cold shoulder, he wasn't my true friend. So I've never had a best friend.
I always dreamed of the day I'd find my soul mate then I'd remember I was exiled.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about that day. The day that I associated with a vampire. I didn't know.
I mean how do you expect a six year old to outsmart a three century year old vampire. Please enlighten me.
If only I had half a heart, I'd care. But I gave my heart to someone I thought I could trust 12 years ago. He took it and broke it.
I lay in my cave and dream to my life before exile.