macnicholas3012

Life takes a sudden twist for Lyla after her father’s sudden disappearance, leaving her to a life of torture and misery under her Step-mother and Step-sister. She loses every form of comfort, honor and confidence; a weak Werewolf who struggled to embrace her true nature.
However, she is rescued by her Prince-charming who happened to be her fated mate; things take a drastic turn for better until she is suddenly faced with the reality of rejection by her mate on account of her presumed inadequacy to be his Luna and the Alpha’s sudden need for a stronger mate who would be more benefitting for the position of the Luna of the Pack. 
She is relegated to mockery from some members of the Pack and drowns herself in the world of misery. Everything suddenly takes a twist when she attempts to take her life in a venture to end the sorrow she felt. She wakes up in another body; a stronger and bigger body but with a vicious mindset and an unquenchable thirst for blood.
Things take an interesting turning point when she encounters an irregular fellow in the woods; the only one who could tame the rage of the beast she had become. 
What really becomes the fate of the only person who could get her to be calm? Would she really be able to withstand the pressure of being with him?

Kira: The rejected Luna

"What's that?" Sam asked seeing the look on my face as I hurriedly grabbed the phone from the table and viewed the message on the screen.

"It's an address." I said with a low tone.

"Let me see that." Wan said extending his hand towards me. I handed over the phone to him. After he had glanced at the message, he sighed and gave me back the phone.

"This looks like an abandoned place Lyla, are you really sure you can do this?" Sam asked looking directly into my eyes, but at that moment I couldn't really figure out what I really wanted to do but I was sure that I really wanted to get this kids out of the hands of the Alliance.

"I have to try Sam. I just have to try."

"You could get killed." Sam said with a tone ghat was meant to remind me of the chances that I may not be able to return with my life.

The Address