P R O LO G U E

Excerpt:
I scoffed, shaking my head disapprovingly. "Are you drunk?"
He laughed, which, naturally, would've made me even angrier, but I found myself also smiling. "Yes, I am drunk. Just like you are beautiful. Tomorrow will be different though, because than, I'll be sober but you," he reached out to caress my cheek. "You will still be beautiful."
And then, his lips captured mine.
* * *
Jay, she's one of the last remaining black werewolves, her raven-like coat distinguishes her rank: a Monarch, rightful heir to the throne. She hides in the Onyx Pack on the western border in California. She is known as the one who cannot shift, to withhold her secret and keep it safe.
Only, that is tested when The Hunter comes along and ruins everything.