When the moon starts rising

She was a wolf—I'm a hybrid. You know what, let me take over.I'm Asweena, and this is the story of how I found myself in the genre I really hated. With a baby face guy who thinks he's an alpha.Running from pink-clad girls? Fine. Hiding in a library? Whatever. But kissing him while a pack of Barbie sisters tries to break down the door? That was not on my to-do list.But that chase? That was just the opening act.Now the real 'fun' is over. Hunters are closing in on me, and the chances of my pack surviving? Let's just say they're not looking great.And my wolf? She's not helping