After the unsettling death of my mother ten years ago, I somehow managed to put together a semi-normal life. That was until I was attacked by werewolves. A pack whose leader was out for my blood. Then I met Graham. His pack has chosen to protect me. Apparently one of my ancestors put a curse on the two pack leaders long ago. So here I am in the middle of a battle between the two largest werewolf packs to ever walk the earth. It's crazy to think that a few weeks ago my biggest worries were work and my dog. Now is more like will I live to see tomorrow? Honestly, I don't know. I guess I'll tell you when tomorrow comes.