My name was Zoe Hartley, and I was born a she-wolf with no control over my tears. I'd cried at the slightest thing for as long as I could remember. Kyle Jackson, heir to the Blackpine Pack, always smiled and called me his little crybaby wolf. Whenever anyone called me a disgrace to the pack, he would step in front of me. "So what if she cries? She hasn't done anything to you." Then Penny Archer transferred from the Redrock Pack during our senior year. She was beautiful and bold, and she took first place in her very first hunt. Every young male wolf flocked around her. Kyle was the only one who ruffled my hair and said, "They're so loud my ears hurt. Our little crybaby wolf is still the cutest." So Penny made a bet with him: within a month, she would make him fall for her. Kyle laughed it off. "Fine. If you lose, you carry my hunting gear for a month." She started following him around every day. At first, he frowned and said she was annoying. Later, he stopped saying that. He even began bringing her up on his own. "Penny can be a lot, but she lives on her own terms. You should learn from her, Zoe. Stop acting like the whole world is picking on you."