THIS BOOK IS COMPLETED but it will be HEAVILY EDITED and have things added to it in the future. I wrote this book when I was much younger. I didn't expect it to reach this amount of popularity so I will devote my time to bettering it in the future. ------------------ Every year, in our village and the neighbouring villages, we encounter, on what is suppose to be the most divine and celebrated day of the year, a visit from the 'big bad wolf'. At least that's what the children call him. Adults like to call him "inhuman" or a "wild ravenous monster". However, the majority settle for "beast". No one knows why he ruins this specific day for us, the day we can celebrate our species: werewolves. Some despise him for taking this day from us and forcefully exchanging our merry and joyful laughs to screams of fear. When that specific day of the year approaches us, none of us are ever prepared for it. He always comes at night. We are told to lock our windows, draw our curtains and our doors. We are told to hide. There's one main rule that we have: don't look at him. Because if you do, no one knows what'll happen to you. Maybe that's the worse part, not knowing your fate. Not knowing the outcome of your foolish actions. If he comes roaming your streets, you have a right to be scared. Us "maidens" are always encouraged to hide ourselves the most, it's women that he supposedly wants more. However, I believe that that is a cautionary excuse. He'll take you, no matter how old or how young, no matter how innocent or how corrupt, no matter your gender, all it takes is a look. Either he looks at you, or you look at him, or you both exchange looks. Either way, his senses will pick you up, and you can't hide. It'll be too late. The amazing cover is by @-blackrogue. The amazing aesthetics in this book are by @mackreadsbooks24 Highest Rankings: 1st in #werewolflove 1st in #fierce 1st in #defiant 1st in #feminism 1st in #monster + many others

*this story is under MAJOR revisions, as of 7.18.23 some parts of this story will be changing, I don't want to take this story down completely so I won't be. There might be a couple discrepancies in the plot once I start, not many and the story will still make sense. Just simple things like switching between first and third point of view. THE STORY WILL STILL MAKE SENSE! It is still good, I just want to make it better, simple as that. I don't know when I will finish, but it can only go up from here.* My name is Tessa Stilinski. I am the older sister of the hyperactive spaz known as Stiles. On the night Scott got bit, I did too. I didn't get claws or fangs, I got glowing purple eyes and a strange presence inside my mind. I start to dream of blue fire, and when I'm awake i see glimpses of what I believe to be the future. When I get angry I feel this power build up inside me, and when I release it, whoever or whatever i'm mad at gets thrown across the room, usually into the wall. Sounds fun right? Especially since the Alpha is trying to kill me, and you know...everyone that I've ever known. ~~~ "I'm the Sheriffs daughter, of course I know how to use a gun." ~~~ 𝗦𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗟 𝗜𝗦 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗗 '𝗚𝗨𝗡𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗦' ~~~ *I DON'T OWN TEEN WOLF OR ANY SUPERNATURAL REFERENCES THAT I WILL PROBABLY MAKE! I ONLY OWN TESSA AND A FEW OTHER SELECT CHARACTERS* *ALL THE OUTFITS AND PICTURES I USE EITHER CAME FROM PINTREST OR GOOGLE* *CANON TYPICAL VIOLENCE* Trigger Warnings for domestic abuse, sexual violence, sexual harassment, child abuse, alcoholism, suicidal thoughts and actions. There will be warnings in each chapter where these are mentioned, along with identifying markers in the chapters themselves. Please take care of yourselves! There is also a fair bit of cussing, but after the dreaded movie, I will say that falls under "canon typical