Blake is the only real friend you've ever had. Since your first day of kindergarten, you two have been inseparable. You could come to him for anything, and that boy would be at your door in seconds.

He was only thirteen when he burst through your front door, begging for somewhere to hide for a few days, his arm bitten and bloody. You'd let him in without a second thought, nursing him through his first full moon.

Four years later, and your bond had only strengthened.