My name is Acelynne, but everyone calls me Ace. Ever have those sort of days that starts of well and goes down hill from there, kinda like when you are on a roller-coaster? Story of my life. Icing to the cake - I am a werewolf.
First of all, no I do not get excited and turn furry at the full moon. I can change at will thank you very much. And no I do not turn into one of those creepy, half-man/half-wolf things like Professor Lupin from Harry Potter that go around attempting to bite and “contaminate” helpless little humans. Also my bite will not turn you into a werewolf. Although it would rip some limbs off... hmm, now I think I know what I will do to the next person that annoys me. Only joking, I’m not that insane... okay well that is debatable. But in all honestly, people do not taste good, trust me on that one. Now, fluffy bunnies on the other hand are a different story.
I've always known I'm not the only one of my kind, but I don't belong to a pack either. Some people need to get that through their thick skull and quickly. My patience doesn't last forever...
Ace is your normal teenage girl, well as normal as possible considering her 'special' gene. *Cough* Werewolf *Cough*. After her mother is killed and her step-father kicks her out. She is forced to live with her Grandmother in the small town that Ace hasn't visited since she was a child. However, it is not exactly how she remembers. It's filled with shifters, all who are determined to win her trust and have her in their pack. Why do they want her? And why were people dropping dead like flies?