As she pushed through the thick forest, Margot's breaths came in short, uneven gasps, her legs moving at an incredible pace. With determination, she ran, telling herself just a bit more. Reaching the water's edge, she leaned against her knees, catching her breath. Running wasn't something she enjoyed; it was the cruel nicknames that fueled her - Fatty, Sasquatch, Troll – she'd endured them from her mother, sister, and even her peers. Margot had always doubted her own worth, believing she was nothing special. However, there was a glimmer of hope in her heart – perhaps she was worthy of love after all, though it seemed an impossible dream. Gavin, on the other hand, had spent his entire life preparing to lead the prestigious Black River pack. He felt ready for any challenge that life might throw his way. That was, until fate crossed their paths...
