She was not born into the first royal bloodline. The royal family had all died, and the last of that bloodline was casted aside for killing every member of his own family.
Then her grandfather was crowned the next Alpha and ruler of the Silver Pack, along with every smaller territory nearby, (a new bloodline bestowed by the goddess). Rules were set, ceremonies were held, and the people lived in merriment, forgetting the one who had been casted aside.
Many said he had gone mad, and no one sane would go near a mad beast-especially one rumored to be a monster, for you could be shredded into pieces. So the people kept their distance from the Blacklume Forest, where he lived.
His name is Raven, but they call him Monster.
Seraphine had always wondered what truly happened to him. She had asked her father several times, but he rebuked her, forbidding her from ever mentioning his name again.
So Seraphine focused on something far more important: her weakness.
Except one day, the same man who had been cast aside would come knocking on her door.