When it came to mythical creatures like werewolves and witches and warlocks, I never believed in them, not for one second. I read books about people turning into hairy dogs and I watched movies of girls falling in love with pale, sparkly men but I never believed for it to be true, that was until I met him. He changed my world, for the better or for the worse, I don't know anymore. Everything in my head, the rational part that is, is clouded with memories and thoughts of him. He was the person that changed my entire life. He was the man that made my books come to life.

He was the man that pulled me out from the depths of my head, the thoughts that dragged me into the dark abyss of nothing. He was the man that made me feel again, the man that made me believe that not all guys are like Carter.

He was the black wolf with golden eyes that made me feel love again but he was also the black wolf that also made me feel pain again after I tried so hard to block out all feelings.

He was the wolf that made me feel again, good and bad.

He was the wolf that saved me.

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