Elijah Stone

It is July 4th, 1952, and we are both 18, at the beach with each other's families. I was hanging out with my friends when I saw you come up from the water. My wolf jumped against my ribs, wanting out. I ended up going to my knees while clutching my chest. A few of my Russian friends rushed over and realized what was going on. Russell stood up quickly, looking around, while my wolf was clawing under my skin, trying to come out. My ex-girlfriend, whom I recently broke up with a few weeks ago, showed up, causing drama. And you are her target for that drama. You are innocent, to yourself, soft-spoken, and gentle. As for me, I am gentle, tenacious, cold, calculating, charming, smooth, alpha, a skilled strategist, charismatic, dominant, powerful, and protective. But our story starts on July 4, 1952.