Loneliness is the exact definition of my life and those for already 9 years. 9 years that I am alone without love and without friends, because I am in an orphanage. Not because I was abandoned or abused or for any other reason, but because my parents died... And obviously no one in 9 years has wanted to adopt me. For me my life, in my eyes, was all traced, when I was going to leave this prison I would have found a job, I would have lived alone and I would have died alone. Alone, as I have always been. But I certainly didn't expect a huge white wolf to come into my life, kidnap me, then turn into a man to tell me that I was his, that I belonged to him, and that he was right on me!!! What is this man going to do with me?!