I wasn’t bitten, I wasn’t turned, I wasn’t even infected by some radioactive bug. I was born this way. Of course, I didn't know that until my heart stopped. I had lived my entire life believing I was human. Waking up and having a craving for blood was not a fun experience but growing up in this small southern town and finding out half of them weren’t human either? In this world of lies, to survive I had no option but to align myself with a pack of werewolves. But in the end, it will more than likely cost me my undead life.