I wasn't searching for love but it was searching for me. By love, I mean a Werewolf King with an ego the size or Europe, but who can blame the guy when he runs the country? Little did I know the nights I lay restless in bed, so did a certain King. While I was working on exams and studying for my future, my future was growing quite impatient. When I was freaking out about a test on Constitutional Monarchy, he was running one. To be honest we couldn't have been more completely opposite.
Looking back now I wish I would have known what my future held, maybe then I wouldn't have wasted my time in classes and instead lived a little more. Having the opportunity I would do things I am unable to do now, like think for myself and have normal human emotions... You probably think I'm crazy, maybe I am? But who would read a story about a normal life?
Buckle up children, my name is Abigail Whitt and this my story.
Important: This book takes place in present time, however, The City and The Pack Castle are like two different worlds. In the City modern clothes are acceptable but at the Pack Castle, they dress in more medieval clothing made of the finest silks and fabrics.