Iris has had a difficult life, running from her past and living like a nomad. She is not a regular wolf. She curses the Moon goddess for the gifts she possesses.The ability to heal others at least that is what she tells herself and best friend Aria. She wants nothing to do with being a wolf. She barely shifts, does not believe in mates and hates everything that has to do with packs. And she shows her disregard, with a foul mouth and attitude to match she is always landing herself and travelling companion, Aria in trouble.  Until one day she runs into a pack of ancient wolves, rumored to be extinct. The first wolves made by the Moon goddess, and finds out the Alpha of the pack is her mate.

And ofcourse she wants nothing to do with him and he wants everything to do with her. But He is not one to be toyed with, brutal and heartless( and that's just being modest). He refuses to let her disrespect him and will go to any extent to ensure she submits to his every will, thankfully she can't die. 

But a war is coming and it's out of this world, Malik and Iris are the only ones that can stop it, and they don't know it yet. Will they be able to push their differences away and let the Moon goddess finish what she started or will they be too pig-headed and stubborn to fall in love?

Iris: Werewolf wars.

I stared at the ceiling all night. I tried everything counting sheep, reading a boring book, everything. Nothing worked, at all. So I was up at four-thirty to go do some exercise and of course revenge. Malik would have gone out by now, how he managed to wake up by four every morning still surprised me. Well, heavy lies the head that wears the crown. Or rather heavy hangs the head of the wolf who bears the title. 


I walked downstairs after putting on my black sports bra and leggings. I held my Adidas running shoes in my hands as I walked down. Wait a minute, what is this? 


I walked down to see a shirtless Malik sprawled on one of the couches. And the idiot didn't even lay on one of the larger comfortable ones. Half his body was dangling down. His dark brown hair is a sexy mess. It was slightly damp, his cheekbones and jawline glistening with sweat at the little light in the room. I longed to go and touch his face, to kiss his slightly open lips. But I had revenge on my mind. 


You are just crazy