My Boyfriend Is A Teen Wolf!

I thought I knew Sunny Hayes. The mysterious transfer student with ocean-blue eyes who saved me from my bullies. The hottest guy I'd ever met. The one who made my heart race with a single glance. I was wrong. On his nineteenth birthday, everything changed. We were in my bedroom. Moonlight spilled across his bare chest as he hovered over me, eyes dark with hunger. When I whispered he could do whatever he wanted, desire crashed across his face like a wave. His kisses trailed down my neck. His hand slid under my bra, thumb brushing my nipple. Heat exploded through me. Then his mouth closed over my breast, hot and wet and— *Pain.* Sharp, sudden pain. His grip had changed. I felt points—*claws*—digging into my skin. My eyes flew open. Golden eyes stared back. Not ocean-blue. These *glowed* like an animal's in the dark. Fangs pressed against his lower lip. "Sunny?" I breathed, frozen. He jerked away, staring at his own hands in horror. Actual claws where his fingernails should be. Claws that had left thin red scratches across my breast. That's when I understood: my boyfriend—the boy I'd trusted with everything—wasn't human. He was a *werewolf*. ******* WARNING: Mature Readers Only.