****** Deep in the woods, where even the strongest of men feared to enter, lies a pack built upon the omission of a history that started it all. There she lived, naive and hopeful. Her saccharrine smile and gray eyes, a beacon of hatred as she was shunned by her own people. Lyra, a she-wolf of beauty and innocence ha...
"Who was your first kiss?" Ares asked very seriously and my face started reddening. "I. . . haven't been kissed. Yet." I looked away as I didn't have the courage to meet his eyes and admit this. "Why not?" Why was he asking me this? "You obviously know why. I'm average, I'm just a normal girl." I was interrupted by an...