I get it. I have a funny name. Laugh it up. I don’t give a shit. You’re just a human. You don’t matter to me. When I was little, they’d all stand around me and sing ‘Blue, Blue, the big fat poo!’ Nowadays I just get called different. And for that I am hated. I still don’t care. They’re not worth it. Nobody is. Aside from maybe, my mate? Blue is a teenage girl, trying to make her way through high school. And if that’s not hard enough, she a rogue werewolf. A new law forces all rogues under eighteen to join a pack. The nearest pack to her is seventy four miles away. That means: new school, new home, new people. She doesn’t have an issue with it. It’s not like she has friends or anything. But there’s one teensy issue. She hates packs. With a burning passion. And her new alpha hates rogues. Sadly, fate gets in the way. One word: Mates.
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