In two hours I will turn eighteen and my fate will be sealed. I am going to die. For some reason, I figured out who my mate was going to be when I turned seventeen. My wolf, Lilly told me and so far, she has never been wrong about anything. He is three years older than me and the Head Warrior of my cousins' pack. Let's just say his motto in life is "I don't do fat chicks." And well, I'm a fat chick. A soon as I knew who my mate was, I knew he was going to reject me. So I have spent the last year preparing to disappear once he "officially" does. I've read books, done research on-line, and even did a field test one-weekend on how to disappear without being found. My plan is quite simple. PLEASE NOTE: THIS WILL HAVE EXPLICIT SCENES. MATURE CONTENT.