The thought of going to bed every night was an unbearable torture.

And none of my parents took me seriously.

They complained about me getting those nightmares and stuff to get attention from them because I was lonely and useless.

I felt awful hearing those words from them.

It was hard to do anything without shifting into my wolf form, even though I hated how everything was turning out for me.

I still couldn’t stop crying and my world was crumbling before me until I met him for the first time eight years ago.

Lycaon.

His presence brought light into my life the minute I met him in the garden...