Being the oldest child was not easy, especially when you had seven bratty stepsisters to deal with. And it was even worse when you added in the fact I was a completely normal human girl, without even the supernatural abilities granted to werewolves born without wolves. It made life... interesting, to say the least. 

But then my father and stepmother were killed in an accident, and my dear sisters decided to take charge. That was the moment I realised things were about to get a whole lot worse.