My parents are by far the most powerful clan on the whole state of Kentucky. Our clan is titled Warrens Crass. All clans are our allies excluding though one by the name of Blue Crest. They are located at a not far off distance resulting with no problems with them, yet.

I am the second eldest of the seven of us. We are two girls and five boys, whom with me are ever-lasting over-protective even if I was in fact, the second eldest. The eldest is Tony, a big, strong, adorable and over-protective brother I loved. Personally, I loved all my siblings.

Chronologically, it was Tony, me, Hunter, Liam, Mark, Taylor and Alyssa. My lovely middle-aged parents were Anna and Harold. I always had this fond yearning to find a mate and look like them; I admired how strongly they fought and loved each other. It was as if they were always in love, like the first time they caught a glimpse of each other.

Who am I?

Simple question right? But it's vastly loaded!

I can't answer that question, meticulously explaining about me, it'd take so long to find the right words that are becoming elusive in my brain. But I'll introduce myself briefly and let the rest be followed by your own will.

My name's Narinae Whiteman. I'm a 17 year old teen who's nothing but odd. Weird should've been my name, but then again, that'd be even stranger, don't you think? Honestly, another thing I might add recurring about me would be that I don't like to gain or draw attention to myself...

I stand up from my bed with my new gray sheets and head off to my bathroom inside my bedroom, sliding the tip of my fingers across the soft baby blue walls. Once I strived into my bathroom, I closed the wooden door shut, and watched with keen hazel-eyed eyes my wavy hair with black strands at the end curlier than ever having as if life, reaching just above my hips. Also, observing with no complaint yet not vain my soft curves and lean body that went perfectly combined with my average 5'7 height.

My room was where I usually passed the majority of my time listening to music, daydreaming of love, dreams or reflectioning of life itself and me. You could always find me near my bedside laying on my black bean bag, nose stuck between books of classics, like Pride and Prejudice, romance, science fiction, history at times, mistery, horror, comedy and even the paranormal ones. Occasionally, I had to stiffle a laugh at how humans portrayed us and all the other mystical creatures as they might put it.

They had all of it wrongly pictured, but of course, we shant correct them. Humans are always afraid of the unknown and the untamed things surrounding them. What and how'd they react if they knew we lived amongst them and become particularly aware what we were capable of? Though, apart from that, they should be eternally grateful to us; we save them and their world constantly by all the maddening evil that lusters all around them. Yet they remain clueless, or decide to be.

Only peculiar thing about me: my wolf, who technically is me, is a guy by the name Alex. How is that possible? You may ask, well, it's simple. I have no idea, it has to be an abnormalcy and that would be the reason why I keep this a secret since a child. I grew up with him inside of me, my conscious as you might think, but in reality he was my best friend and also the guy I was crazily enamored with.

Somehow, it felt like he was a guy with his own body, soul and mind magically intertwined with me. Cursed? Nah, that's a too harsh word. The question would stay unanswered and hidden in a far away black hole from everyone.

Secrets, secrets, secrets...

Nobody doesn't even know I've never been able to transform into a wolf. Questions did in fact rise from my family or best friend, yet, having been the shy girl portrayed by others they thought I was just not ready. Doesn't make sense, but they didn't really care about that, only of my well-being and state. Secrets kept lodging around. Questioning is forever imprinted in my mind.

Questions, that from a shy girl I was, and still am, loops and shivers around my head, kept locked inside. How is it possible for me to fall in love with my supposedly wolf whom feels like he's not? How is it possible to be able to block my inner thoughts or feelings when in alert, away from him? And how on earth have I ridiculously fallen in love with Alex, a person that may never be in front of me to hold or to even see? Impossible comes alot to my rumbled brain.

Only one thing I may be certain about.

I love Alex. And with that brief sentence said, I turn the knob of the bathroom door and sprawl myself once again in my comfy bed. More determined then ever, my decision has been reafirmed. I'll have to defy fate, and take charge of my own life for once.

Plenty of power to hold, and hazzard danger wanders every corner in my life, recieving me in every possible matter which I handle efficiently and secretly without the conscent of others. What do I mean? Well, I somehow meet all these different creatures that want to kill me and I fight them off easily. Why do they wish to kill me? I've no idle idea. By now, I'm used to it. I could be the shy and nerdish girl around people, but for no means does that imply who am I really. A fighter. And fight I shall for what I want!

Join me in this unexpected journey and see the impossible or live the possible.