Okay, so get this?
Mom decides to up and move to Washington, to be closer to my dad. Thankyou, by the way, to the authour's of those wonderful parenting books she keeps reading.
So I figure, what the hey, I'll make some new friends and reconnect with my dad, or something along those lines. I'll graduate, go to college, and along the way I'll meet some guy, get married, have 2.5 kids and a house with a white picket fence.
Not exactly a plan, but it was my plan.
What I didn't factor in to this ever-changing equation was Quinn, and his friend Chad. They pester me until I decide to give them the time of day, and poof! a week later they're telling me I'm a werewolf.
The sex/puberty talk got nothing on that particular conversation.
Goodbye, college. Goodbye, husband and 2.5 children. Goodbye, white picket fence.
Now I'm thrust into the world of werewolf politics, uncovering secrets about my family I wish I could leave buried, making new and exciting friends and meeting new people--when those people don't want to eat me, that is--and maybe, just maybe, falling in love along the way.
Maybe I will be able to follow my plan...
Then again, my plans hadn't factored in a boyfriend who howls at the full moon...