Jared Stone is a freaking wolf.
And I don't mean that metaphorically, either.
I thought I had it bad-living in my dead Dad's old hunting blind in the woods, barely staying alive on apples and ramen.
that was before the storm hit and destroyed the only form of shelter I had left.
Enter, Jared.
The hottest-and most unavailable-guy at school.
Except he wasn't Jared when he pulled me out of the mud.
He wasn't even human.
As if that wasn't unsettling enough, when he brough.