Warning; this book has mature language and violent themes.
And major feels.
Good luck.

Him. Aaron Lycan. Tall, broad man with black hair, proud black and red werewolf ears sitting perfectly on his head, entrancing black eyes, an almost completely flawless complexion, but yet, the conversation skills of a two year old. He would be the perfect package if it weren't for his lack of social skills, forcing him into being an 'outcast' or a 'freak'. Yet, he didn't care. No one cared, because no one knew him. He lived his life like this, constantly ignored and left in silence. But, he was okay with it.

Because it was all he knew.

He never lived life another way, because that's what felt normal to him.

His sister was never around, doing improper tasks just to keep them going.

His parents, long gone in Europe for unknown reasons.

His friends?  He didn't have any.

But, it wasn't always this way.

He was born in a wealthy household, always looked after, pampered like a prince, never knew the meaning of hardship. But, those walls of safety and luxury collapsed when his father helped sell life threatening medicines to the public, forcing him to run to another country. He left nothing behind for his children, feeling no remorse for them. He sold all of his belongings, including their mother, and took her and his wealth to Europe. Leaving them on the streets with only the shirts on their backs. His sister, Melissa, looked after him and did every job imaginable just to support Aaron; which meant they lived in a small one room apartment living paycheck to paycheck.

With Melissa always working, he was left alone in this world, causing inner turmoil to always be filling his brain. Clouding the sunshine that was so close to him.

Which was Her.